There was a large warehouse next to the docks in Hargeon Town. Under normal circumstances, it would be bustling with crowds of workers moving cargo between the warehouse, boats, and nearby shops. Today, however, the owner of the warehouse, Mr. Tyson, had it cleared out for a special meeting early in the morning. Mr. Tyson was a short old man, always wore sunglasses and suit, and made sure he went everywhere with his two bodyguards. Today was no exception.
Calico walked into the warehouse through one of the employee doors and wandered into to a clearing in the center of the warehouse. The blond mage looked lost and unsure if he was even in the right place.
Mr. Tyson spoke up from above on a metal platform next to his bodyguards and told the wandered, "If you're for the job, just stay put. I'm hoping at least nine more of you will shop up before I go over the details." Calico looked up at the metal platform, probably an observation deck for managers, and nodded. "Aye, sir." Calico wore a smile on his face in the barely-lit building but he stomach churned a little when he learned Mr. Tyson was hoping for nine more people to show up. The blond mage barely liked taking jobs with his cat, let alone an entire squad of people.
"You sure you want ten people? I mean..."
"Of course I am! These rapscallions are brute little bastards!" Mr. Tyson began grumbling some more from above while his bodyguards rolled there eyes.
Calico walked into the warehouse through one of the employee doors and wandered into to a clearing in the center of the warehouse. The blond mage looked lost and unsure if he was even in the right place.
Mr. Tyson spoke up from above on a metal platform next to his bodyguards and told the wandered, "If you're for the job, just stay put. I'm hoping at least nine more of you will shop up before I go over the details." Calico looked up at the metal platform, probably an observation deck for managers, and nodded. "Aye, sir." Calico wore a smile on his face in the barely-lit building but he stomach churned a little when he learned Mr. Tyson was hoping for nine more people to show up. The blond mage barely liked taking jobs with his cat, let alone an entire squad of people.
"You sure you want ten people? I mean..."
"Of course I am! These rapscallions are brute little bastards!" Mr. Tyson began grumbling some more from above while his bodyguards rolled there eyes.