Business Ventures ((Theldyn - Erroll))
Mar 22, 2015 16:11:58 GMT
Post by bellasuem on Mar 22, 2015 16:11:58 GMT
Theldyn made his way down a back street, the lamp light providing just enough of a dim glow for him to see where he was going. The lapping of the sea against the docks could be heard in between the flashes of hushed, and sometimes not-so-hushed, conversation that floated down the street. Despite the hour and the location, there were definitely people out and about.
It was best to just ignore them. Theldyn simply walked on with the cool, professional demeanor he saved for jobs. If there was one thing he could honestly say about himself, it would be that he took his job seriously. And that he was good at it, but he figured those two things should be interchangeable. He'd gotten a tip from a 'friend' that there was an elf looking to hire, and that that 'friend' had so graciously recommended him for the job. That was kind of how this profession worked; word of mouth was as good as gold coming from the right people. You sure as hell didn't want it on paper, not unless you worked for an organization who had safety measures for that sort of thing.
After all, it had been a solid month, almost two, since he'd last had a contract, and he was beginning to face the fact that funds were running low. He needed something to do, too, as much as admitting that put a bad taste in his mouth.
He stopped in front of a beat-up looking inn, glancing at the sign to make sure this was the right place. Everything looked right, so he pushed his way through the doors and surveyed the crowd until he spotted the elf that matched his contact's description. He cleared his throat and made his way around the other patrons, raising a brow and leaning against the elf's table, "You're Erroll?" he questioned.
It was best to just ignore them. Theldyn simply walked on with the cool, professional demeanor he saved for jobs. If there was one thing he could honestly say about himself, it would be that he took his job seriously. And that he was good at it, but he figured those two things should be interchangeable. He'd gotten a tip from a 'friend' that there was an elf looking to hire, and that that 'friend' had so graciously recommended him for the job. That was kind of how this profession worked; word of mouth was as good as gold coming from the right people. You sure as hell didn't want it on paper, not unless you worked for an organization who had safety measures for that sort of thing.
After all, it had been a solid month, almost two, since he'd last had a contract, and he was beginning to face the fact that funds were running low. He needed something to do, too, as much as admitting that put a bad taste in his mouth.
He stopped in front of a beat-up looking inn, glancing at the sign to make sure this was the right place. Everything looked right, so he pushed his way through the doors and surveyed the crowd until he spotted the elf that matched his contact's description. He cleared his throat and made his way around the other patrons, raising a brow and leaning against the elf's table, "You're Erroll?" he questioned.
