[Breaking and Exiting Info and Approval]
He had returned to Hargeon Town for the first time in a very long time. With a rucksack slung over his shoulder, he stood in a shallow nook, staring at the front gates of Lamia Scale, debating about how he could ever repay his debts for his absences and to be allowed back through those gate into the only home he now had left. Instinctively his arm went up and he touched where the tattoo of the mermaid, the logo and icon of Lamia Scale. A stabbing pain filled his body, he felt as if he had betrayed them. If only they knew..
In the same instant, as if fate itself had interfered, a slip of paper rolling and flying in the wind caught itself on his foot flapping wildly against his boots. Glancing down, Tier peered at it a second. A piece of garbage. But a single word caught his attention, making him bend down and grab it. Reward.
Fully reading the paper, it became clear that this slip of paper was a job request, sent to Lamia Scale itself. The job was set here in Hargeon Town. It seemed perfect. It was an urgent request from the Shipping Co. A large company in Hargeon that had recently been robbed by a pack of bandits. It gave a little more information, telling they had a ship ready for departure and that it must be completed as soon as possible or else they would escape. This was his ticket. Tossing his hood over his head, Tier stepped out from the shadows, as if fate had again decided to show itself to him, another member of Lamia Scale had just stepped out of the gates.
The stranger to Tier reached his arms into the arm, stretching wide. His face took on of shock as Tier approached him. Tier, dressed in a black trench coat with the hood pulled low over his face, must have seemed like a member of a dark guild, or an assassin that was sent after this man. Feeling Saeryth boiling for a fight, Tier could feel his back warming with every step towards the man. Quickly, Tier managed to flash the tattoo of Lamia Scale to the man, who quickly took up a more relaxed stance. With the slip of paper in hand Tier reached it out towards the man, “Here,” Tier said quickly, “tell them Tier has accepted this task..” letting the paper go, Tier had quickly pivoted and was already walking away leaving the man in a confused daze.
Taking a quick glance back, he saw the man fumbling around, trying to catch the paper, and eventually having to chase it down a bit to pick up the request. To Tier, it was good to see the members hadn't changed at all. They still seemed to be the same old self. While effective and efficient, they still seemed to have a rather childish manner to them as well. A playful side. With another final glance, he noticed the man doing the same to him, before passing through the gates again to deliver the message and request slip.
He had returned to Hargeon Town for the first time in a very long time. With a rucksack slung over his shoulder, he stood in a shallow nook, staring at the front gates of Lamia Scale, debating about how he could ever repay his debts for his absences and to be allowed back through those gate into the only home he now had left. Instinctively his arm went up and he touched where the tattoo of the mermaid, the logo and icon of Lamia Scale. A stabbing pain filled his body, he felt as if he had betrayed them. If only they knew..
In the same instant, as if fate itself had interfered, a slip of paper rolling and flying in the wind caught itself on his foot flapping wildly against his boots. Glancing down, Tier peered at it a second. A piece of garbage. But a single word caught his attention, making him bend down and grab it. Reward.
Fully reading the paper, it became clear that this slip of paper was a job request, sent to Lamia Scale itself. The job was set here in Hargeon Town. It seemed perfect. It was an urgent request from the Shipping Co. A large company in Hargeon that had recently been robbed by a pack of bandits. It gave a little more information, telling they had a ship ready for departure and that it must be completed as soon as possible or else they would escape. This was his ticket. Tossing his hood over his head, Tier stepped out from the shadows, as if fate had again decided to show itself to him, another member of Lamia Scale had just stepped out of the gates.
The stranger to Tier reached his arms into the arm, stretching wide. His face took on of shock as Tier approached him. Tier, dressed in a black trench coat with the hood pulled low over his face, must have seemed like a member of a dark guild, or an assassin that was sent after this man. Feeling Saeryth boiling for a fight, Tier could feel his back warming with every step towards the man. Quickly, Tier managed to flash the tattoo of Lamia Scale to the man, who quickly took up a more relaxed stance. With the slip of paper in hand Tier reached it out towards the man, “Here,” Tier said quickly, “tell them Tier has accepted this task..” letting the paper go, Tier had quickly pivoted and was already walking away leaving the man in a confused daze.
Taking a quick glance back, he saw the man fumbling around, trying to catch the paper, and eventually having to chase it down a bit to pick up the request. To Tier, it was good to see the members hadn't changed at all. They still seemed to be the same old self. While effective and efficient, they still seemed to have a rather childish manner to them as well. A playful side. With another final glance, he noticed the man doing the same to him, before passing through the gates again to deliver the message and request slip.
