Sigil: The City of Doors

Ikkit simply nodded, then turned back to digging out the tiny boat. He blinked owlishly at the tiny, tiny skeletons in it.

[i]Not a toy after all.[/i]

He shrugged and started to dig more carefully, Odds were good he'd be carrying the whole damn boat around for a bit.

[i]Shoulda sked that tall fop t'carry it. Wonder if he knows where the Mortuary is...[/i]

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"Who can say?" He shrugs. "Until next we meet Mr. Ikkit."

He bows and takes his leave.

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"Ikkit. Ikkit the Bastard t'most 'round here. At the Bazaar most afternoons, if you're ever after a bit of salvage."

He took stock of the dhampir's fine attire, and the way the smell clearly bothers him.

"Think you're more likely t'sprout wings an' fly, but business is business."

"Indeed." Cyprian nods. Now having come full circle he says, "Well sir, I suppose I should be off. A very good day to you Mr...?"

"Well, I'm a salvager, not an adventurer."

He chuckled.

"So far as a body can avoid it in Sigil, anyhow."

"Myself I've always been partial to women and coin." He chuckles. "But as far as game goes, if you have any leads and need a hand bagging it? The offer remains." He adds, "Ahh, but don't misunderstand. We're adventurers, not mindless killers. Well, I am at the very least. I won't presume to label Gizby."

"We're awash in cultists, demons, devils, angels, and plenty'a just regular knights of the post."

He chuckled.

"So I s'pose it's all down t'what you fancy."

"Well in the old days," Cyprian thought back, "we'd get word about cultists that engaged in kidnappings and sacrifices. Cultists make for good enough prey. Then occasionally an outlier village would complain about dragon attacks or such things. So who knows?" Cyprian shrugs. "But I've no doubt he's heard tell of something to that effect. He's already taken a page from our playbook in Zobeck and gotten a job at the local mortuary."

"Oh, I got arrows. I just don't use 'em without a sound reason. An' far as tedious bastards go, well... Sigil's full'a those."

He snickered.

"And far as hunting... depends on the game, I'd say."

"This is true." He nodded. "Got both this hat and cotte from him. They've served me well from battlefields to the court of kings. Nasty little miscreant does good work I'll admit." He adds begrudgingly. "[size=85]Even if he's a tedious bastard that likes to forget we come from the same set.[/size] [size=50]Finds success here after nine months and rubs it in my face? Just who does he think he is![/size]

He mutters under his breath before huffing.

"At any rate good sir, if you should ever buy arrows and fancy a bit of hunting. Let our mutual acquaintance know. I myself have never shied away from getting my hands dirty."