Re: Prologue
WHAM! "Eight..." WHAM! "Nine..." WHAM! "Ten." WHAM! "Ten! I said ten!" the hawker practically leapt over his sawhorse, now covered in the remains of a few raze snails and a multitude of hammer dents. "I think your friends are looking for you, go break their livelihoods," he waved toward the center of the square as Jacob pointed at Enrei through the small bubble the crowd had formed either to avoid the foreigner, or his borrowed hammer.
"Oh! Thank you. You have very fun," Enrei replied, oblivious to the man's distress and leaving him to wonder if the experience was worth the three pennies he'd earned. Enrei walked toward Flynn and his crew as Titus made his introduction. He didn't quite understand Flynn's business proposition to the performer, but he waited patiently until the larger of the two turned to consider him. Then he smiled, people like it when you smile.
"Hello! I am Enrei. This man," he trusts a finger toward Jacob, "says that I can be mercenary, but first I must talk to man in charge." He claps his heafty hands on Flynn's shoulders and smiles even wider, "You are man in charge, yes? I am mercenary now!"
"That's not quite," the spearman tries to clarify the proposition that had brought Enrei along with them, but couldn't stop the islander from pulling Flynn into an embrace that lifted his feet off the ground for a moment and cracked most of his lower back.
"I will be very good at mercenary," the dark-skinned giant states upon releasing his new employer, "Thank you very much." He pauses for a moment, before something occurs to him, "What is your name?"
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