Tardy Grade
The Page Turner
Avar Pendergast
CCA: 5
SSE: 15
ATK: 5
DEF: 1
EVA: 2
Str lvl 3 | Arte lvl 1 | Spd lvl 2 | Jmp lvl 2
Location: Norhad Swords Guild
"I have not earned your trust as a leader, and you all have not earned my respect. The chain of command puts those aside so that we can work together. "
Well at least she was being candid about the fact that she was still wet behind the ears when it came to their rag-tag group. A patchwork of the oddest sods this side of North. The rest of the meeting went off in a much more formal manner with the majority agreeing to undergo the voyage and peril that was surely to follow. Having packed his goods, a change of warmer clothing he begged off a merc for the promise of some nick-knack from the battle they'd go to claim as his own. Nothing like a souvenir from a battle you claimed to have been in to get the taps flowing with drinks.
No sooner had they all done with all their preparation were they put on the docks and waiting by a boat. The waters weren't choppy but the proximity of the larger vessel to the dock always made Avar a bit uneasy. He'd seen a man slip into the gap between pier and boat once. The man was fine from the fall alone, albeit dazed and drenched. But when the boat lurched toward the peer they heard a sickening ... Squelch! ... and all that remained was a human shape stain on the large wooden pegs that held the floor boards in place.
Unconsciously he backed up until he heard his name being called out.
" ...endergast, you are our scouts, Front Left and Right. Finally ..." he managed to verify his duty but not his partner so he decided to step aside and ask the man next to him in a low voice.
"Oi. Who's the bloke I've been assigned to scout with?"
"Some tosser named Varelle." the gruff looking man said a bit too loudly for his tastes but he thanked the man and shimmied over back to his spot.
"...currently disguised as a merchant transport ship. I don't want prying eyes wandering aboard, so you'll all have to load it yourselves. " she said by the time he got back to his spot and realized all the barrels, crates and materials were meant to be hauled by them.
"Question, Ma'am! Then shouldn't we have been wearing sailor gear rather than ... well..." pointing at his armor and weapons. His groups armor and weapons. Her armor and weapons. Then once more to his armor and weapons.
"Beggin yer pardon, of course. But I didn't pack more than one change of clothes and I doubt that being fluffed up in woolly garments would make me come off as any less of a target. No matter how cuddly it made me look." he said holding up bag he'd slung across his shoulder with a coat, pants and rations.
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