Rickard was a sailor. Once a Kumlaren soldier, he'd done time on a Cyrenni ship, fought the Ekwesh and participated in on of the fabled exploratory missions looking for the buried treasure on Bulls Isl.
He was a good-looking man with dark hair and well-fitted clothes--not too ostentatious, but not a gutter-loaf by any means. He'd been sent to meet with three possibly recruits to the Veiled Hand, for the mission to Pennryn.
He'd selected the Briney Goose, a tavern not too far from the Blue Sails Warehouse. It had taken some solid coin to secure one of the second-floor rooms to meet. The cormorant was a sailing ship returned from the Dusty Lands to the far West, and
all of the Dockward taverns and hostels were busy. The Crew of the Cormorant had coin and spoils and all of the Dockward was going to party. Few would take notice of yet another group of strangers meeting in the Goose.
The Western suite on the second-floor was better appointed than the others on the second floor. It was decorated as if intended for someone of a more noble stature. Not your common drunken sailor. The bed was a four-poster, and there were solid wooden chests in the corner. One side of the room was set up with comfortable plush seats around a low table.
The windows were shuttered, but they would look out over the pier at the majesty of the ships in harbour.
Rickard had ordered Soothmir and Kahlish to be delivered to the room. Expensive drink that would fortify and enhance without dulling the senses. A repast of modest proportions on the crown's purse wouldn't go amiss.
Taking a sip of Kahlish, Rickard leaned back and let out a long sigh as the crown downstairs roared. Another fight no doubt. Rickard reviewed the scroll that had been provided to him, drawings and names of the three potential recruits:
- Angharad of the Hanjoo
- Lilith D'Sen, A Rogue of the Ember Blades
- Oswald Crispton, Troubadour
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