RP:An Agreeance of Hound and Fox

Frostmaw Tavern

Nestraag takes off his helmet and shield and settles down to relax when he notices Satoshi enter. The warrior promptly gets up and gives a deep bow. "Lady Frostmaw, I presume?" and remains standing till acknowledged

Satoshi, quartet of tails writhing absently, pauses on the tavern's threshold to nod in both greeting and answer to the stranger who hailed her upon entrance. It's not an uncommon occurrence for the kit to encounter, especially in Frostmaw's favored gathering place, and so she pays little further heed to it, taking a moment instead to order her usual drink from Drargon. While the barkeep fetches the refreshment, Satoshi notices the fellow still standing and once more shifts attention to him, amber-flecked eyes curious in their expression. "Aye, monsieur, I'm the lady of Frostmaw. Satoshi Azakhaer," she offers in her singsong accent of delicate ups and downs, "What can I do for you~?"

Nestraag 's stance relaxes at Satoshi's words. "Sorry to bother you, Lady Frostmaw. I was wondering if there was a place for me in your service. I am from Cenril, I used to work the docks there. I have been looking for a strong master to serve with the strength of my arm." Nestraag pauses for a moment before continuing.. "I know I may be not be from around here, but I think I need the Discepline that being a proper soldier could bring me. I no longer wish to be just another Roughneck.."

Satoshi silently accepts her chalice of wine with a grateful nod to Drargon before she weaves her way through the gathered tavern-goers to where the human stands. For a long moment she says nothing, simply sipping at her wine while looking him over with her multitude of senses. Eyes can gather information aplenty, but vulpine ears are valuable too upon first meetings, as is a predator's sharp sense of smell that delivers notes of sweat from exertion, dust from the roads, and a myriad other tiny details. Yet the foxkin's favored form of detection is her whiskers, sensitive stiff threads of silver bunched delicately near her nose, that twitch and quiver in the search of fragments of magic so often found gathered around a person. All these the vampiric magus uses to gauge a person, and all these she uses now to get a feel for this man before she lowers her cup and smiles, fangs flashed briefly in the lopsided expression. "There es always room in Frostmaw for those that are stout of heart, strong of arm, and eager of soul. Are you these things, monsieur...?" The words trail off in an unspoken question of his name, brows lifted in inquiry.

Nestraag 's nervousness seems to be passing as he replies in his grumbly deep voice.. "Lady, aye, I do have a strong heart and arm. I have enough soul for three men. But I will admitt to you, I had been known as 'Nestraag the Nasty' back on the Cenril Docks. I may not be subtle, but I am a tool...one that is used when polite words fail and you need the kind of person who does'nt mind getting a little messy to get things done. You may ask me any questions you like, but be warned, my answers and opinions may not be to your liking.."

Satoshi, of all things, laughs. Not -at- the man, but in genuine mirth, the sound a melody of its own compared to her lilting words. "Honest, too~. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find someone bluntly honest? I'll tell you, 'bout as likely as finding a diamond in a dragon's dung heap." Gesturing with her cup, she indicates the nearest table and quickly occupies one of the seats. Once settled, the kit places her drink down and gathers what appears to be a cloak woven from mist and frost about her shoulders--or shoulder, as the right seems to be lacking in joint and arm. "Tell me, then, how did you earn such a title? And don't worry about wording yourself... civilly. Lady of Frostmaw I might be, but I am not easily offended, et I prefer the plain truth over pretty weavings when it comes to a person's tale." And it's true, as the kit has sailed with pirates, ran with werewolves, hunted and devoured orphans, tortured innocents, fought wars, directed assassins, and otherwise made a second living among the less savory shadows, despite the facade of the gentle, amiable little magus she presents to the world.

Nestraag sits down across from Satoshi and speaks a little lower.. "I'll tell you, Mum... I know that honesty isn't the most common thing amongst a world full of suck-ups. As to how I got my name in Cenril... It mainly stems from the fact that i've killed 3 out of 4 of my childhood friends when a 'deal' went bad and they got greedy. The other reason for the 'Nasty' part also involves booze, a one eyed prostitute named Inga and something about waking up married to barnyard pig, but that's not terribly important.."

Nestraag gives a wry grin and orders a drink.

Nestraag bought 1 Frostbite Brew.

Nestraag drank a Frostbite Brew.

Satoshi listens attentively, occasionally hiding an amused grin behind her glass. When he finishes, the kit sets her drink down again with a soft click of metal on wood and uses the solitary hand as a resting place for her chin. "That sounds about right for those of Cenril, and not terribly out of place for people of Frostmaw. Although, around here, most prefer to tear an arm or leg off, if they've been wronged in a deal, or they settle disputes in the arena. This es the City of War, after all, and to survive here, all have to be able to fight. We fight in celebration, we fight in anger, we fight in boredom, but above all we fight to live, and live to fight. Frostmaw -is- combat, else it will devour you. The people, the animals, the weather, et even the land try to kill the unwary every day~. The north does not abide by weakness." The foxkin pauses to smirk then before adding, "Although, I don't believe we have any prostitutes named Inga~."

Nestraag can't help but laugh out loud at Satoshi's last statement, wiping the drink from his lips and responds after his laughing comes to an end. "Nah.... I never want to see Inga again, especially after I stole her father's prize pig! I later paid her Dad for it, seeing as I roasted it the next day for me and the boys after the 'Ceremony' from the night before. So, technically I have a tendancy to eat those I marry.." With that said, Nestraag orders another drink.

Nestraag whispered to Satoshi, "And I like what I hear about this place, sign me up."

Satoshi taps the side of her face with a gloved finger, smirking. "At least you didn't waste your wife's talents~." With that, the magus settles back her chair and once more gives the man a once over. After a moment of thought, she speaks up, "But yes, I don't see why we can't find a place for you here. Where, specifically, do your talents lie? And is there a trade, skill, or profession you might wish to pursue? It will give me a better idea of which person to point you to. Our law and its punishments are overseen by the paladin Redovian, our warriors and knights are maintained and trained by the knight-captain Ignatius, who also happens to put on daily matches in the arena, Roytoc is the head of the rangers and protects our forests, the wizard Svilfon and myself are the ones that tend to all things magic, as well as any work involving the Eyrie. My husband Kasyr assists in all these and more, when he isn't heading the vampire reform in Vailkrin. These and more are the ones you'd be working with, depending on where exactly you wish to go, and how you wish to grow."

Nestraag puts his chin in his hand and considers what he would be good for.. "Hmmm... they all sound like charming folk... I guess I'll end up doing anything that those mentioned would either not want to, or be too proud to do. My skills are varied, I suppose. I could be your Fix-it guy. You know, when one of your officials says something like 'These two farmers are coming to blows over who's side of the fence the apple tree hangs over..' and you get annoyed and say 'Fix it'.. That's where I would step in.

Satoshi quirks a brow. "An official knocker of heads, hrm? Ignatius and Redovian are your men for that, although they're a fair bit more formal about their work. The noble sorts, y'know? Although..." Here she trails off and leans forward a hint to continue in a whisper, "I have to ask, just how dirty are you willing to get your hands? Every man has their limit, and I prefer to know it before I hire them on. There are plenty who need their heads knocked, and there are a fair few who need them removed as well. If it isn't your style, there are others who will take the job, but I offer so long as it suits you, tu sais?" Winking, the kit sits back. She takes another drink and briefly glances around the tavern, for the sake of being aware of her surroundings. "Obviously, I make sure those in my employ that get their hands dirty, are able to wash them clean again with gold and drink aplenty~."

Nestraag whispered to Satoshi, "*looks around and leans in to speak* I may not be a knight, but I won't kill something that cant fight back. (ie: if it can wield a blade, it isn't an innocent) You have headsman for that. However, I have no problem with sending messages or intimidation. I want people to see me as a sign that things have just gone south, and Mamma Frostmaw is not pleased. If you catch my drift.."

Satoshi's vulpine ears perk forward to catch the quiet words before she nods. "I catch it indeed~. And it is why I asked. Best to know how far one is willing to go -before- they're ask to, after all. And here," with her singular hand Satoshi draws a small bag from the front of her coat and pushes it across the table to the human, a jingling from within making it obvious coins fill it. "Consider this your first payment. At the very least, for an entertaining and honest conversation. They're a rare treat for moi. We'll see if we can't find you further means of earning soon. Until then, well... living and working in Cenril, I assume you've learned a thing or two about listening without being noticed? If you happen to overhear interesting tidbits, I pay well for those, too." If there's one thing the kit has learned from her term as the head of the assassin's guild, it's that people tend to overlook what they perceive to be 'common thugs', and will spill valuable information in their presence without a second thought. "As well, so long as you work for me, the drinks are free in Frostmaw. Drargon will ensure you're never thirsty~."

Nestraag takes the coins from Satoshi and nods wordless agreement "Done! If something rubs you wrong, let me know, and I'll get to work.."

Nestraag grins cause somebody knows his language....

Satoshi said to Nestraag, "Have no doubt, you will hear from moi before your fangs have begun to itch for flesh, Wolfhound~."

Nestraag loves being referred to as the Wolfhound, now he knows what pet he is going to own next...

Nestraag looks to Kraken.. "Sorry, dog, I think you won't be long for this world..."

Nestraag 's mutts expression clearly shows that Kraken doesn't know he's gonna get nom nom'd by a winter wolf..

Nestraag stands up and puts his gear on "Will that be all....Denmother?" And awaits Satoshi's leave to...er....leave.

Satoshi nods and salutes the man. "Until we find you someone to teach, I believe so."

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