40th Summer 514AV
Early Morning
Early Morning
It was a job, from the perspective of any mercenary. Of course, Fallon was not about to mention the more personal aspects of the Scars she had in mind - it was a sure fire way to ensure some sense of trouble. Eyes shifted, blinking behind a fringe of red hair a few times as she watched the empty street for a moment, before stepping across it. Words flittered in her head, the subtle instructions she remembered from the one who had confronted her and pleaded to her with a tight, clinging hand. And how, in her somewhat startled state, had simply agreed to it without a second thought and not asking any of the major and important details. With that she had to perform the last minute call around to members and hoped that she would not be the only one standing there.
Fallon rubbed her brow, the gaze catching the glowing colours within the rising sun, before she begun the trampling to her destination. Blades clinked, lips parted to utter into a yawn, the cushion of her palm pressing against her eye socket to rub away the notions of sleep. By the Gods, why did she agree to working during the hours of daylight?
Because that was when businesses were open, she internally grumbled. At least there was the breeze from the docks to assist in the cooling of the air. She heard the high pitched whistle of a vessel as it came in, the picking up of sounds from Cherry Bay. Footsteps echoed, the catching of merchants beginning the set up of their stalls. Beyond the dirty white sails of vessels were strung up with the rigging and gently swaying in the wind. But that was not half the problem - the coming of the middle season was an issue to say the least, high heats and a blistering sun set to burn. She grimaced, and wriggled her hands in her gloves.
The merchant and his stall was waiting for her when she arrived, her eyes falling onto a rather plump man with a disapproving scowl upon his face and a rather red balding patch upon the crown of his head. By the looks of things he was still in the process of setting up, half open crates with a selection of iron and brass goods packed between the straw. A half wave, a stifled yawn as she swaggered over and tried to awaken the still sleeping mind.
"You're late! And we're the rest of your little mercenary band?" he snapped in an angry tone. Fallon only blinked at him and straightened herself out, "Imagine what would have happened if you we're here and someone decided to attack! Bah! So incompetent! And I'm supposed to put my faith in you and your lackeys?" Shaking his head he placed a hand on his hip, and waggled another at her, "Cripes, at this rate the Daggerhand are just going to come sweeping in and snatch what they want. Greedy little Bastards..." It was then that Fallon's arms were folded. Plucking at her vocal cords she focused on meeting those lower tones that she used under the persona of Bitzer, and begun to speak.
"Well... I am here now at least, can serve up some defence for you and your stock against the like," The voice dipped to rougher tones. The mind clicked between the key words - feeling them out almost - , "So, thieves and Daggerhands? I understand the former, it's taking the opportunity where it comes. But Daggerhand?"
"Well..." She begun to watch him squirm slightly, "I might owe them things... you know... as an incentive to leave me alone?"
"Extortion?"
"No! No! No... Well... I wouldn't call it that, more looking for payment for protection...?" He drifted away, turning his attention to the box and leaving Fallon to puzzle it out. It made little sense in her mind, why ask a mercenary for help when he had the Daggerhands to assist? Unless, of course, it was not protection. Which would then begin to make some logical sense. Sort of.
Fallon cleared her throat, "So, mercenary guarding. Just for today. What do you want us to do if someone tries to steal-"
"For the love of Gods, don't kill them! Who knows who they work for? And it's bad for business, sure fire way to ruin my reputation!" The portly man squealed, "And definitely don't kill the Daggerhand! I'll be in so much trou... Just, shoo them away. Gently. Small incentive."
"Right..." She rolled her eyes, and swept her attention across the momentary quiet of the docks, knowing that soon enough it would begin to pick up in noise and traffic. And then, the fun would truly begin.