"Neither would I. He was given the option of surrender more than once, but chose that instead," Darcell agrees as they walk.
"I'm sure you'll put them to good use and the Imardanian Navy will be glad to hear it," The bard laughs. ""
"Neither would I. He was given the option of surrender more than once, but chose that instead," Darcell agrees as they walk.
"I'm sure you'll put them to good use and the Imardanian Navy will be glad to hear it," The bard laughs. ""
"Teachin' these squirts a lesson," Grommak replies, angrily wiping his face with his arm after suffering a solid hit. He pulls his blades free from his belt, brandishing them at the two men in front of him. "You're lucky I only punched you. Now get out of my way, I have shit to do." the orc warns the two Maluhi, his eyes darting between them.
"I feel much better. Thank!" Henri says with a big grin and he feels his clean skin. At the woman's suggestion, his grin melts into a smirk once more. "Gladly," he says as he begins washing the woman's arms and shoulders, working his way towards her torso.
"The wharf's drinking holes might not be the classiest of places, but at least they're always entertaining," Darcell says at the sound of the fight breaking out inside.
"Shall we?" He asks as he opens the door to the tavern.
Seeing Grommak with his swords raise, Darcell quickly draws his own. He gently but firmly pushes the point of his rapier against the shouting Okani.
"But do you know who you're messing with?" He asks harshly.
"Backwater," Grommak shouts, as he answers Darcell's question for the men, sending his companion a peculiar look. "And you lot are going to feel the full wrath of my blades real soon unless you clear the fuck out," the orc follows up. "Why don't we do this in the street? Leave less of your blood and body parts to clean up for this lass here?"
"I'm glad," Henri says with a grin as he continues washing the woman, removing the dirt from her soft skin. "It must be nice always having these springs available to you," he adds, wishing that a hot springs could somehow be on a ship.
"I hadn't thought of that," Henri says, a bit shocked as he realizes her likely usual clientele. "I guess I hadn't expected rowdy and gross men to want a bath."
As she moves closer, Henri continues washing her, now focusing on the sides of her abdomen.
Darcell keeps his sword raised at the men although he holds off on making a move having zero knowledge of the situation. As Ice Man looks to Grommak, so does Darcell.
Stepping out onto the street, Grommak rolls his shoulders. They're not surrounded by collateral now, he thinks.
"You'll leave, aye," the orc says aloud in response to the Maluhi gangster. "But not until I'm done here." He surges forward, his blades free. Swaying them to one side, Grommak curls around and slams into the man with a forceful elbow, likely cracking a rib or so. "Your gang is the scum beneath my boot!" he cries, blades free to react.
"Well I wanted to get to know a beautiful lass like you first," the Imardanian boy says, moving his hand down to her upper thigh. As his grin turns to a smirk, he begins lightly pecking her on the neck.
"Well, we Imardanians are world-renowned lovers after all," Henri says with a smirk before reaching around to kiss her lips.
Surrounded by four of the brutes hammering blows on Grommak, he sees an opening in their footwork. With grit he bulls his way through, breaking their line with ease. Sliding on the cobblestone, the orc changes course right back at them, surging forward with power.
In a flash, Grommak brings the pommel of his heavy scimitar down onto the broomstick-wielding man's neck, causing him to fall to his knees. Darcell's strange magic causes Grommak to disappear for a split second before reappearing and giving the brute a concussive knee to the face, knocking him out.
Swiveling in place, he doubles down on his efforts and swings a feinted blow at a second man. The other brute startles, and Grommak sends him to the ground with a thunderous kick to the ribs.
As the warmth takes its hold, Henri is left with only bliss. Unfortunately, the bliss is interrupted prematurely by the knocking, indicating that much time has passed. With a slight frown, he prepares to exit the water before turning to face the woman. "You can count on it," the Imardanian says, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the warmed waters.
Wrapping his towel around his waist, he gives Myrinne one last smile and a wink before leaving.
Continuing his onslaught on the brutes before him, Grommak brings his scimitar down onto one of the man's hands, trying to maim him. He pivots, pulling his blade free and landing a heavy elbow dead-on into the man's jaw, before swinging his sabre freely and catching the remaining brute in his leg.
"That I did," Henri says with a gracious nod. "You can bet that I'll be back next time I'm in port." I can only hope that Myrinne is still here whenever that may be.
"Run, coward!" Grommak shouts after the running man, wiping some of the blood off his busted lip. He sheaths his blades and motions hastily for his two companions to follow him to the alley. He speaks to them in a quiet voice. "Doing a favor for a contact in exchange for some leverage into a purchase of some gear. I'm not sure I handled it exactly how they wanted, but fuck it."
With his bathhouse enjoyment over, Henri lets out a sigh as he reenters the changing room. He makes quick work of redressing himself before making his way toward the exit. With time to spare, he assumes, he decides to try and find someplace to buy more wine. This town may be full of lowlifes, but lowlifes can still sell wine.
"Dirty work's why the Old One put me on this earth," Grommak replies with a shrug. "'Sides, I'm getting something in return. I'm looking for some better armor to protect my hide from those navy bastards' rifles. Tengatsu can get me in with the Kyung Min who might have that sort of thing," he explains to the two of them. "And if not, I've made a powerful ally at the cost of gaining a powerful foe. Whatever."
Looking around, he turns back to them. "What say we hit the trails? I'm expected to meet him again tonight."
"I owe a few people a drink first after selling those muskets off the navy ship," Darcell says, looking back towards the tavern. His glaze glances back to the unconscious men on the street. "They should be out long enough to stick around for at least one or two," he laughs.
Hoping that one of the lesser gangs has a supply of fine (possibly stolen) wines, Henri makes a beeline towards the docks where they frequent. Let's hope they've got something good. Maybe a nice Malbec or Riesling.
"Yeah, probably a good call. Thanks for the help, Ice. Sorry it didn't end how I wanted, but you know it how goes. I owe you one."
Turning to Darcell, he shrugs. "Well, I've got some business to take care of with the Kyung Min. You in? Or do you have business of your own with that woman?"
Darcell listens to the muffled sound of yelling coming from inside the tavern for a moment before replying to Grommak. "Sure I'm in. That woman was the captain of The Seahorse, I sold some of the Imardanian muskets to her so our business is done. I did offer to buy her a drink but what's one more pissed off woman matter? I'm sure there's plenty others in the Wharf that would slap me if they saw me," Darcell laughs.
"Lead the way," he adds gesturing with a hand. "What are you up to with the Kyung Min then?"
Grommak chuckles at the image of Darcell getting slapped for his general sleaziness. "I guess we're similar in that regard. There are those that wanna slap you silly, and there are those that want to put a knife in my kidney. Together, we can somehow anger the entire population of this fucking island, eh?" he jests as he elbows his friend in the ribs.
"Anyways, I'm looking for that armor I was talkin' about. Some type of deal to pad against those goddamned navy guns. I'm sick of havin' the surgeon pick bits of shot out of my hide. Let's go find Tengatsu," Grommak says, beckoning his friend along. The two of them travel the way that the orc took earlier to get to the Jarangi tavern.
"He's with me," Grommak says in a low tone, noticing the Captain's look of concern toward his partner. "I knocked around those Maluhi for you, as I'm sure you'll hear later through the vine," the orc explains. "Now how about we talk about my end of the deal?"
Darcell gives the Captain an affirming nod in response to Grommak's words, however the Bard decides to stay silent for once, knowing little of Grommak's arrangement with these potentially dangerous people.
Making his way to the docks, Henri pays little mind to the life going on around him, though the terrified man leaves his head turning. Wonder what he's all scared about.
Arriving at the docks, he scans the moored vessels and, ignoring the Maluhi ship, makes his way toward the smaller trio. Trying his luck, he approaches the first ship, hoping they have the wine he so desires.
"Maybe later. I am eager to handle the business I came for," Grommak says, deciding for both he and his partner. "Should I wait here while you seek him?" he asks the Captain.
Henri is taken aback from the dwarven woman's scowl, but not letting it get to him, replies, "You looked like you could be a merchant ship, so I was wondering if you had any wine in your cargo that I could buy. If not, I'll be on my way."
Grommak waves the waitress over, waiting until she gets close. "I've reconsidered," he says with a grin. "I'll take a drink of whatever it was I got last time I was here. Something Jarangi-brewed, I reckon. One for me and one for the lad, please." He gives her a nod of thanks and turns to Darcell.
"Lookin' to get into any sort of trouble while we're in port, Darce?" Grommak asked his human friend. "Other than this, I hadn't much of a plan."
Darcell smirks as Grommak orders drinks. "Well if you're buying," he says with a smile.
"I didn't have anything planned other than selling those muskets. Although it's not exactly hard to find trouble in the wharf. I tend to find more often than not it finds me."
"After this business is dealt with, 'haps we could track down Henri or some of the other Dogs. This town's more entertaining with a posse, if you follow. 'Sides, I'm curious what Prettyboy's up to."
"Sounds like a plan," Darcell replies giving Grommak a pat on the shoulder. "Although I wouldn't mind staying for a drink or two here," he adds, smiling at a waitress after making eye contact with her as she walks past.
"Hey, now," Grommak chuckles, catching Darcell's glancing. "Don't get me kicked out of here before I've got what I need, ya fuckin' ruffian." He downs the rest of his drink, raising a finger to order another. "Tengatsu better deliver after what he asked of us."