Logan:
Logan glares at his 'friend', then averts his gaze as he tries to suppress his own reaction to Alohan's veiled insults.
"The islander's got the right of things, Farty. You must have quite a few 'little birds' flying around if you already heard about that. Or a certain dwarf's got a big mouth. Probably the latter, I'd wager."
The self-styled gangster grits his teeth and mutters something about how he should’ve made Logan work at the ‘velvet hatch’ while he had a chance, but otherwise takes the insult stoically. What else can he do? Logan’s situation has certainly changed over the last couple of days.
Logan:
Logan took a sip of his beer, reveling in the feeling of superiority over Fartellamous. The rogue wasn't used to having others request his services; he was more used to begging for work and being glad for whatever he found. He slowly, deliberately set down his glass and gave the heavy-set man a flat stare.
"Now, what sort of business offer did you have in mind, should we chance to find ourselves on a certain island?"
Mister Fartellamous clears his throat.
“*ahem* Penkus and I used to run together back in the old days, and we were always scouting out good spots to stash items away from the prying eyes of the Dawn Council. Why should they take a cut of my hard earned profit? Anyway, we went over to Parrot Island one time when we were little more than kids and actually camped out for a week. And ee found something… an entrance to a whole bunch of old smuggler caves. We used it a bit, but you know, it isn’t easy to access…” he trials off.
“And that is my point. You can either spend a week sludging around knee deep in parrot shit trying to find something when you aren’t even sure what you are looking for…. Or you can pay me the reasonable sum of fift…” Fartellamous looks over to Alohan who is sub consciously flexing the pectoral muscles of his upper chest to try and stretch out a few knots. The barbarian has a scowl on his face. It has been a whole whopping 48 hours since he last had sex and the guy is feeling antsy, and more than a little agro.
Fartellamous swallows hard.
“…well, shall we say twenty gold pieces. I will take you directly to the spot that Penkus and I found and save you a lot of time and unpleasant searching. The island is very overgrown and swampy in most places – you will not enjoy the search I promise you.”