Re: Search for a crew!
Early morning in Pereyaslavets, and Conn was up and about, eager to find something worthwhile to occupy his time. He had arrived here by fate, his ship bound for Constantinople from the west having passed it by in the night, due to the captain's overindulgence in alcohol and subsequent insistence that it still lay east of them. Conn had put him right in the morning, although they had sailed some distance east and north by that time, where they had put to shore at the first major port they could find - which was here.
That had been a tenday ago, and the ship had yet to give any indication that it would sail again - the captain was soaked up in some bawdy dive, and Conn was now looking for another ship, one that would take him anywhere. So, when he had seen a brawny Rus posting messages around the taverns and inns, he had looked it over, and then gathered his belongings and set about making his way to the appointed inn.
Arriving at the designated inn, he had strode immediately inside, his eyes adjusting from the bright sun to the darker interior. He was relatively tall, just over six feet in height, with dark brown hair and eyes, and quite an athletic physique (sometimes he wore a beard, but not often while onshore). Looking around, he spied the Rus he had seen earlier, and made his way across to him with an assured gait and a ready smile. Without taking a seat, he addressed the man in his native Rus/Slavic tongue.
"Greetings. I am Conn, a warrior and a sailor. I would seek a place on your boat, and service with your company."