Down to the Water's(?) Edge [Day 2, Late Afternoon, Expecting]

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"I do indeed. Met 'im yesterday. Meanin' t'get a coat made. Maybe some gloves. Got some politicking t'do, an' it seems most listen better to you if y'dress right."

Ikkit's ears twitched a bit.

"I never trust a tanner as don't stink. An' he talked with respect. Goes a long way."

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"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. "Even if he's a tedious bastard that likes to forget we come from the same set. Finds success here after nine months and rubs it in my face? Just who does he think he is!

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."

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"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."

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"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."

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"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."

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"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."

[Ikkit the Bastard]

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

He chuckled.

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

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"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...?"

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"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."

[Cyprian Kircheis]

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

He bows and takes his leave.

/exit (Thanks!)