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Plasmarobo:
--Wild Winds Trade and Acquisitions, Wild Winds Inn--

Plasma glances up at Gareth as he swaggers into the Inn.
He blinks at the question, then frowns, leaning heavily on the counter in front of him.

Plasma
"So long as you're the one that cleans up after it, I've no objection."

He looks at the bird with an appraising eye.

Plasma
"That one doesn't look like it'll be much trouble. You here for a drink, or a job?"

He shuffles some paper in a bored sort of way.

Gryphos:
--Wild winds--

Gareth lets Roc fly onto the counter, ruffling its golden brown plumage as it stares around the room while Gareth walks over to the counter too.

Gareth
"A job is what I'm looking for. Nothing too dangerous, just something to keep food on the plate and fuel in the engines."

Mill Wilkinson:
Yesterday


--- Quote from: Plasmarobo on June 24, 2013, 05:12:57 pm -----Outside Wild Winds Inn--
Plasma
"Hey. You look quite familiar, you wouldn't be from Anvala, would you? Military? I haven't seen anyone from Anvala for a while. Have you been there recently or did you leave after the, ah, invasion?"

--- End quote ---
Wilkinson stops and look at the person clearly addressing him, then checks his uniform which was the Anvalan militia one instead of his more worn (better say torn apart) Fjordlander aircrew one. "Yes, I was there, only to find myself fleeing among the last airships and then venturing here and there."
For a second the corporal rubs his eyes together. "Mind telling me where a poor washout like the gentleman in front of you might find himself a dinner and a cheap place to rest?"

Today

After managing an agreement to work for a lodging and a meal (lodging meaning the firewood-stack, which Wilkinson managed to get surprisingly comfortable) the jobless gunner was very optimistic of his future prospects. His mood wasn't spoilt by the cook, who wanted firewood especially from the farther stack, where mill had positioned himself, and it wasn't ruined by the boy who, accidentally, dropped some gravy on his boots. His mood only got better when he noticed the gentleman from yesterday hiring people. Quickly he joined the line and listened to the discussion being had in front of him.

Gareth
"A job is what I'm looking for. Nothing too dangerous, just something to keep food on the plate and fuel in the engines."

Piemanlives:
The Skyrunner entered port early the morning, the dock was quiet yet the early morning bustle of movement could be seen as they cruised along. They docked without much fanfare however a few of their regular costumers were there waiting.

Alex
"Alright you lot, you know the rules. Come back in a few hours when we set up shop in the market, in the mean time look over some stuff."

He left them to their devices as he made his way to the nearest inn, the Wild Winds was decent place, they had good drinks for a weary captain and his crew, sometimes her but that wasn't very often. He walked in, immediately seeing two men talking about some sort of business, he saw Richard sitting at the table waiting for him.

Richard
"Capn' there you are, I was getting worried."

Alex
"Hah worried? You're too kind, anyway," he took this moment to sit down.

Alex
"So, do we have prices on those guns we brought in?"

Richard
"Most of them, some of them are still awaiting confirmation, We can sell the chainguns for about 130 crowns, the mortars sell for about 214, the howitzers are going to be sold to the defense force for about 175 seeing as we have a lot of them, and the light flak cannons can be sold for 235. It should be a decent profit, allowing us to pay off the last of the warehouse we bought along with some extra fuel. We are however waiting for the Hawacha though, apparently the things are expensive so I'm not going to estimate how much its cost however I'd like to say maybe 500 or so."

Alex
"Sounds good enough, so drinks?"

Richard
"You know me so well, did you get the paper work done?"

Alex
"Ugh, don't get me started on that."

The two of them toasted drinks and began swilling, the bar was more then likely going to make a profit on these two.

Imagine:
--Outside the Wild Winds Inn--

"Wild Winds, Fantastic Fabrics... this town sure has an appreciation for alliteration."

The man wearing the new threads tilted his hat off his head and ran his hands through his hair. It had taken only the questioning of a few folks to point him towards the best place to find a job for his ilk, generally with a quick jerk of their thumbs and an attitude that stank of get-out-of-my-way-boy. It seemed rather rude, but then again everyone seemed busy with this festival thing so it could be... accepted if not understood.

Having found the Inn soon enough, he pushed his way through the door and inside. There seemed to be a line forming with figures that only take the same types of jobs he was suited for, so his took his place at the rear. It was only then that he spotted some bird on the counter, out of place in a place like this.

"Ooooookaaaaaay...."

He muttered to himself, and waited to see what this was all about.

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