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Perhaps, he had been far too paranoid in his instigations to go back to his former state of merry dumb joy, but then again, he seldom loosened his grip on his gut, and, for all intents and purposes, he figured that the man he was talking to was not man of mere seafaring trickery. At best he could try and make an educated guess that the man was merely amoral, which, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the worst thing to worry about. If anything, maybe there could be something to be gained from the circumstances that put them together? As far as he could tell, the sailor was proud of his work as a man of the waves, and that alone denoted a certain professionalism to his trade.
His face pulled into a mocking sneer, and Damocles lit up with amusement as he heard the other man not only provide his name, but throw a similarly sardonic list of smartass jests to the grin he had fastened on his features. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?.” He teased back with a notched eyebrow he raised as he stared at the man before he snapped his fingers and had more drinks brought at the table, a generous serving of wine that the colossal militant drunk almost slovenly. “Forgive me, but I thought you were more creative in the insult department. Perhaps, you’re not the one I should consult with a business inquiry. What a shame.” Lingered on the Captain of the Damned as he stared at the man and arrogantly shrugged at him, unfazed by his open invitation to break words between them.
“Still, an uncreative, but decent sailor is better than nothing.” He pondered after not-so-subtly taking a very light aim at the other’s perceived lack of imagination in terms of upsetting slights. “My name is Alexander. Its not as fun as the ones you suggested, but then again, my parents sucked." he said, using a pseudonym so as to protect his true identity and hide most traces of his dealings at that time. What he would request wasn't illegal, per se, but it could be misconstrued and used against him if someone with a brain put two and two together. "Well, Lukos, how good are you at procuring foreign goods and shipping them over? I may have need of an expensive item that is not often found in Colchis, but is plentiful in Taengea.” He intrigued, wolfing down his drink with the same, brazen disregard for etiquette that the other man showed. If he was going to have business with this suspicious man, he might as well behave like him and talk to him in a letter that perhaps he would understand.
Just then, he noticed how the dark-haired man kept staring at an old man and his partner playing a simple game of dice. Maybe, he had been abrupt in his approach, but that did not mean he could not salvage things with a bit of fun and games for now. “You play?” he asked casually, as if nothing at all had transpired before. “Might be fun?” He invited, still knowing that he could potentially lure the other man in with a bit of entertainment before opening up the discussion over business.
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Perhaps, he had been far too paranoid in his instigations to go back to his former state of merry dumb joy, but then again, he seldom loosened his grip on his gut, and, for all intents and purposes, he figured that the man he was talking to was not man of mere seafaring trickery. At best he could try and make an educated guess that the man was merely amoral, which, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the worst thing to worry about. If anything, maybe there could be something to be gained from the circumstances that put them together? As far as he could tell, the sailor was proud of his work as a man of the waves, and that alone denoted a certain professionalism to his trade.
His face pulled into a mocking sneer, and Damocles lit up with amusement as he heard the other man not only provide his name, but throw a similarly sardonic list of smartass jests to the grin he had fastened on his features. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?.” He teased back with a notched eyebrow he raised as he stared at the man before he snapped his fingers and had more drinks brought at the table, a generous serving of wine that the colossal militant drunk almost slovenly. “Forgive me, but I thought you were more creative in the insult department. Perhaps, you’re not the one I should consult with a business inquiry. What a shame.” Lingered on the Captain of the Damned as he stared at the man and arrogantly shrugged at him, unfazed by his open invitation to break words between them.
“Still, an uncreative, but decent sailor is better than nothing.” He pondered after not-so-subtly taking a very light aim at the other’s perceived lack of imagination in terms of upsetting slights. “My name is Alexander. Its not as fun as the ones you suggested, but then again, my parents sucked." he said, using a pseudonym so as to protect his true identity and hide most traces of his dealings at that time. What he would request wasn't illegal, per se, but it could be misconstrued and used against him if someone with a brain put two and two together. "Well, Lukos, how good are you at procuring foreign goods and shipping them over? I may have need of an expensive item that is not often found in Colchis, but is plentiful in Taengea.” He intrigued, wolfing down his drink with the same, brazen disregard for etiquette that the other man showed. If he was going to have business with this suspicious man, he might as well behave like him and talk to him in a letter that perhaps he would understand.
Just then, he noticed how the dark-haired man kept staring at an old man and his partner playing a simple game of dice. Maybe, he had been abrupt in his approach, but that did not mean he could not salvage things with a bit of fun and games for now. “You play?” he asked casually, as if nothing at all had transpired before. “Might be fun?” He invited, still knowing that he could potentially lure the other man in with a bit of entertainment before opening up the discussion over business.
Perhaps, he had been far too paranoid in his instigations to go back to his former state of merry dumb joy, but then again, he seldom loosened his grip on his gut, and, for all intents and purposes, he figured that the man he was talking to was not man of mere seafaring trickery. At best he could try and make an educated guess that the man was merely amoral, which, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the worst thing to worry about. If anything, maybe there could be something to be gained from the circumstances that put them together? As far as he could tell, the sailor was proud of his work as a man of the waves, and that alone denoted a certain professionalism to his trade.
His face pulled into a mocking sneer, and Damocles lit up with amusement as he heard the other man not only provide his name, but throw a similarly sardonic list of smartass jests to the grin he had fastened on his features. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?.” He teased back with a notched eyebrow he raised as he stared at the man before he snapped his fingers and had more drinks brought at the table, a generous serving of wine that the colossal militant drunk almost slovenly. “Forgive me, but I thought you were more creative in the insult department. Perhaps, you’re not the one I should consult with a business inquiry. What a shame.” Lingered on the Captain of the Damned as he stared at the man and arrogantly shrugged at him, unfazed by his open invitation to break words between them.
“Still, an uncreative, but decent sailor is better than nothing.” He pondered after not-so-subtly taking a very light aim at the other’s perceived lack of imagination in terms of upsetting slights. “My name is Alexander. Its not as fun as the ones you suggested, but then again, my parents sucked." he said, using a pseudonym so as to protect his true identity and hide most traces of his dealings at that time. What he would request wasn't illegal, per se, but it could be misconstrued and used against him if someone with a brain put two and two together. "Well, Lukos, how good are you at procuring foreign goods and shipping them over? I may have need of an expensive item that is not often found in Colchis, but is plentiful in Taengea.” He intrigued, wolfing down his drink with the same, brazen disregard for etiquette that the other man showed. If he was going to have business with this suspicious man, he might as well behave like him and talk to him in a letter that perhaps he would understand.
Just then, he noticed how the dark-haired man kept staring at an old man and his partner playing a simple game of dice. Maybe, he had been abrupt in his approach, but that did not mean he could not salvage things with a bit of fun and games for now. “You play?” he asked casually, as if nothing at all had transpired before. “Might be fun?” He invited, still knowing that he could potentially lure the other man in with a bit of entertainment before opening up the discussion over business.
Lukos grinned at Damocles as the man didn’t appear too impressed with the nicknames. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”
Taking another drink, he grinned into it and shrugged. Once the drink was back on the table, he said, “At the moment.” He could come up with several more names but they wouldn’t earn him friends.
“Forgive me, but I thought you were more creative in the insult department. Perhaps, you’re not the one I should consult with a business inquiry. What a shame.” Lukos tilted his head, considering Damocles. He pulled the new drink towards himself but he didn’t actually drink any of it. Instead, his hands remained loosely gripping the cup while his companion stared him down. The insult didn’t affect him the way his companion no doubt intended. He raised his brows, wondering what it was that the other was even trying to get out of such a paltry tactic. Lukos was perfectly aware that it was at this point that he should grovel and beg to know whatever plans Damocles had but he only tapped the silver ring on his thumb against the cup’s exterior making a repetitive ping, ping, ping.
“Still, an uncreative, but decent sailor is better than nothing.” Damocles’s continued musings only earned him that same ping, ping, ping from Lukos’s ring. “My name is Alexander. It's not as fun as the ones you suggested, but then again, my parents sucked.” Lukos made the slightest movement with his bottom lip, not at the name but at the last sentiment. Yes. Parents did suck, didn’t they? It didn’t occur to him that Damocles might be lying about the name. It was a lie that would fall apart at the slightest prodding Lukos might do around the town but he was fairly safe there. Lukos wasn’t going to pry at all.
“Well, Lukos, how good are you at procuring foreign goods and shipping them over? I may have need of an expensive item that is not often found in Colchis, but is plentiful in Taengea.”
For a long minute, Lukos said nothing. He merely eyed his companion. “I don’t deal in children.” Just in case that was an...issue. But it didn’t seem to be. It turned out that Damocles hadn’t been asking about children at all. When his companion asked about playing dice, Lukos held up his hand. Normally, yes, he did like to play but he had things still to do on the ship if he was going to leave port tomorrow.
“I can get anything but children,” Lukos said, reiterating what he’d touched on before. Rising abruptly from the table, he felt the warmth of the drink flooding through him now where he hadn’t felt it while sitting. It wasn’t so bad that he was incapable of walking but he was warm and comfortable. “Send a scroll of what you want. My scribe will haggle prices with you if you want to continue. I leave in the morning.” It was a blunt way to end the exchange but Lukos was not adept at small talk. Nor was he rich enough that he had a lot of leisure time. His body had instinctively felt that he’d been here too long already and that he should be back on the ship making ready.
Tapping the table twice with two fingers, he looked at Damocles. “I’ll be gone with the morning tide. Have your list ready by then. I’ll get what you want.” And then he was swaggering out of the half empty tavern and back towards the docks.
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Lukos grinned at Damocles as the man didn’t appear too impressed with the nicknames. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”
Taking another drink, he grinned into it and shrugged. Once the drink was back on the table, he said, “At the moment.” He could come up with several more names but they wouldn’t earn him friends.
“Forgive me, but I thought you were more creative in the insult department. Perhaps, you’re not the one I should consult with a business inquiry. What a shame.” Lukos tilted his head, considering Damocles. He pulled the new drink towards himself but he didn’t actually drink any of it. Instead, his hands remained loosely gripping the cup while his companion stared him down. The insult didn’t affect him the way his companion no doubt intended. He raised his brows, wondering what it was that the other was even trying to get out of such a paltry tactic. Lukos was perfectly aware that it was at this point that he should grovel and beg to know whatever plans Damocles had but he only tapped the silver ring on his thumb against the cup’s exterior making a repetitive ping, ping, ping.
“Still, an uncreative, but decent sailor is better than nothing.” Damocles’s continued musings only earned him that same ping, ping, ping from Lukos’s ring. “My name is Alexander. It's not as fun as the ones you suggested, but then again, my parents sucked.” Lukos made the slightest movement with his bottom lip, not at the name but at the last sentiment. Yes. Parents did suck, didn’t they? It didn’t occur to him that Damocles might be lying about the name. It was a lie that would fall apart at the slightest prodding Lukos might do around the town but he was fairly safe there. Lukos wasn’t going to pry at all.
“Well, Lukos, how good are you at procuring foreign goods and shipping them over? I may have need of an expensive item that is not often found in Colchis, but is plentiful in Taengea.”
For a long minute, Lukos said nothing. He merely eyed his companion. “I don’t deal in children.” Just in case that was an...issue. But it didn’t seem to be. It turned out that Damocles hadn’t been asking about children at all. When his companion asked about playing dice, Lukos held up his hand. Normally, yes, he did like to play but he had things still to do on the ship if he was going to leave port tomorrow.
“I can get anything but children,” Lukos said, reiterating what he’d touched on before. Rising abruptly from the table, he felt the warmth of the drink flooding through him now where he hadn’t felt it while sitting. It wasn’t so bad that he was incapable of walking but he was warm and comfortable. “Send a scroll of what you want. My scribe will haggle prices with you if you want to continue. I leave in the morning.” It was a blunt way to end the exchange but Lukos was not adept at small talk. Nor was he rich enough that he had a lot of leisure time. His body had instinctively felt that he’d been here too long already and that he should be back on the ship making ready.
Tapping the table twice with two fingers, he looked at Damocles. “I’ll be gone with the morning tide. Have your list ready by then. I’ll get what you want.” And then he was swaggering out of the half empty tavern and back towards the docks.
Lukos grinned at Damocles as the man didn’t appear too impressed with the nicknames. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”
Taking another drink, he grinned into it and shrugged. Once the drink was back on the table, he said, “At the moment.” He could come up with several more names but they wouldn’t earn him friends.
“Forgive me, but I thought you were more creative in the insult department. Perhaps, you’re not the one I should consult with a business inquiry. What a shame.” Lukos tilted his head, considering Damocles. He pulled the new drink towards himself but he didn’t actually drink any of it. Instead, his hands remained loosely gripping the cup while his companion stared him down. The insult didn’t affect him the way his companion no doubt intended. He raised his brows, wondering what it was that the other was even trying to get out of such a paltry tactic. Lukos was perfectly aware that it was at this point that he should grovel and beg to know whatever plans Damocles had but he only tapped the silver ring on his thumb against the cup’s exterior making a repetitive ping, ping, ping.
“Still, an uncreative, but decent sailor is better than nothing.” Damocles’s continued musings only earned him that same ping, ping, ping from Lukos’s ring. “My name is Alexander. It's not as fun as the ones you suggested, but then again, my parents sucked.” Lukos made the slightest movement with his bottom lip, not at the name but at the last sentiment. Yes. Parents did suck, didn’t they? It didn’t occur to him that Damocles might be lying about the name. It was a lie that would fall apart at the slightest prodding Lukos might do around the town but he was fairly safe there. Lukos wasn’t going to pry at all.
“Well, Lukos, how good are you at procuring foreign goods and shipping them over? I may have need of an expensive item that is not often found in Colchis, but is plentiful in Taengea.”
For a long minute, Lukos said nothing. He merely eyed his companion. “I don’t deal in children.” Just in case that was an...issue. But it didn’t seem to be. It turned out that Damocles hadn’t been asking about children at all. When his companion asked about playing dice, Lukos held up his hand. Normally, yes, he did like to play but he had things still to do on the ship if he was going to leave port tomorrow.
“I can get anything but children,” Lukos said, reiterating what he’d touched on before. Rising abruptly from the table, he felt the warmth of the drink flooding through him now where he hadn’t felt it while sitting. It wasn’t so bad that he was incapable of walking but he was warm and comfortable. “Send a scroll of what you want. My scribe will haggle prices with you if you want to continue. I leave in the morning.” It was a blunt way to end the exchange but Lukos was not adept at small talk. Nor was he rich enough that he had a lot of leisure time. His body had instinctively felt that he’d been here too long already and that he should be back on the ship making ready.
Tapping the table twice with two fingers, he looked at Damocles. “I’ll be gone with the morning tide. Have your list ready by then. I’ll get what you want.” And then he was swaggering out of the half empty tavern and back towards the docks.
