Snippet #1529546

((Sorry for late post >.<)

Krell

Feeling land under his feet was always a strange sensation. It lacked the rocking you got used to when you sailed, and they were out for months at a time. The other pirates seemed to be eager to be off, no doubt the local brothel owners would make a killing these next few days, but he had.. more important business to attend to. He walked down the pier and through the streets. Even crowded as it was, it was rather easy to get through the streets. Most people gave him a little room to move in. Being as scared as he may not make him beautiful, but it did make walking through the streets easy.

He didn't need to find anything. If they were here, they would find him. He wasn't hard to miss. He should keep a eye on the men, and his own personal mission at the same time. His own personal needs were far beneath that of the ship.

It wasn't hard to find a brothel, he had seen enough cities to be able to follow the trails. It wasn't too bad of a place. Pushing the door open he stepped in to see the sight of some of the men drinking and just... unfortunately for everyone else in the brothel, being themselves. It seemed only one girl worked here, a red head. He almost felt bad for her, almost. It would be a long night, but that wasn't why he was here. He moved to a table situated in a corner where he could see both the door and the kitchen. He did not like surprises. Now he had to wait...

Balthasar

With the matter settled, he leaned back down on his staff. He was getting to old for children. They were always blasting first and thinking later. He tapped his staff on the ground and the ground closed up and all the damage to the nearby area mended itself. It was a miracle that no one got hurt. He turned around slowly using his staff as a point of pivot and walked back to the store. It was rather rude of him to leave without saying anything, but he didn't want to see the damage their pointless fight would have left.

He gently pushed the door open, and gave the girl another small smile. "Sorry for that" He said as he moved back over to the counter. He leaned on his staff and gently reached down to his robes reaching into one of the many pockets to pull out a piece of paper. "I need... these" On the list were rather different items: some were simple such as rosemary, and others a little strange, the liver of a phoenix and so on. "I pay well" He continued to ensure her work would be well rewarded.