Re: Great Northern Outfitters
Tomas had spent the better part of the morning dodging between alleyways in hopes of avoiding Boromar's goons. Heck, even the town-watch would be unwelcome right about now. He needed to lie low for a while, maybe even work his way back into Boromar's good graces. It wasn't really that much money to owe, when you got right down to it. Still, it was something, and right now, he had a little more than nothing. And that wasn't much.
Tomas needed a prospect. Apparently, there was a dwarf in town by the name of Gundren, looking for some hired hands to escort some cargo to Phandalin. A little trip to the country would do Tomas good right about now, especially if it came with the jingle of a few coins. Besides, new prospects and all. Uncharted territory...
No. Concentrate. That's how you got into trouble last time, he thought to himself as he rounded the corner onto Old Gnarlybone Road. Ducking behind a merchant's stall, Tomas checked to see if he had been tailed. Nope.
Satisfied he was in the clear, Tomas approached a wagon where a dwarf and young girl were orchestrating a group of porters as they loaded gear onto the back.
Though he may have been there for a while, he certainly did not exactly draw attention to himself. Plus, he was small. Real small. The kind of halfling one could lose track of, a useful trait to have, in Tomas' line of work!
Hearing Gundren Rockseeker's terms, Tomas replies in a cheerful tone, "Thank you very much, indeed. I agree to your terms good sir!"
The halfling then glances left and right and adds hopefully, "So, when do we leave??"
This message was last edited by the player at 20:30, Sun 27 July 2014.