The Angry Villager
Visitor
Pagan watched from the aft deck as Captain Agate piloted the Raven of the Sea skillfully into the southwest docks of Occlo harbour. The sounds and smells of the busy docks getting louder as the ship got closer. The screetching of the Gulls fighting over the fish scraps added to the chaos.
Pagan wound his way down the stairs calling instructions to his men to shore up the ship securely and start the process of procuring supplies for the next voyage. Pagan disembarked the ship, made his way through the masses bartering on the dock & slid into the Tavern he was starting to get very familiar with.
Upon entering he ordered a tankard of beer from Katrina the Waitress and looked around for his intended target. Sure enough Slim sat on his favorite bar stool and was surrounded by a few men who looked at Pagan with hatred and suspicion. Slim cut a dashing figure in black with a strange vest like garment with foreign symbols down both lapels. He had changed little over the years. Pagan and Slim had been fast friends in the days of their youth doing everything together, good things & bad things. That had all changed because of the girl but that was another story better left for another day and not mentioned in present company.
Pagan moved towards the barstool next to Slim & waited for an acknowledgement. Slim took his time but finally he turned and looked at Pagan square in the face. "What brings you back here?" he said loudly for all to hear. Pagan looked intently into Slim's eyes and said quietly "Do you know who sent the Guards to Lord British's Courtyard?" Slim's demeanor changed at once.
Dismissing his angry friends, Slim led Pagan into the back room. "That my old friend is not something we need to discuss in present company". Slim chased out the ladies working the kitchen and shut the door behind them.
Many long minutes later they both emerged from the room having reached an understanding. Pagan would help Slim eliminate his greatest local rival, Billy the Butcher & his Gang of Thieves and Slim would help Pagan defend against his enemy who cannot be named.
Before the two men parted, Slim offered Pagan a warning. He said others had now heard of the treasure cave and were coming in search of clues. Among those searchers was a particular Fisherman named Maxwell whom they both knew. Slim said he had been approached by several parties asking about the treasure cave and he had given them all strands of nonsense to follow.
Slim gave Pagan his word that the information he would give the Rebels would be good. Quid Pro Quo.
Pagan left the Tavern and headed towards his ship. It was time to call the Rebels to Arms.
Time to wrap up business for the Butcher.
Pagan wound his way down the stairs calling instructions to his men to shore up the ship securely and start the process of procuring supplies for the next voyage. Pagan disembarked the ship, made his way through the masses bartering on the dock & slid into the Tavern he was starting to get very familiar with.
Upon entering he ordered a tankard of beer from Katrina the Waitress and looked around for his intended target. Sure enough Slim sat on his favorite bar stool and was surrounded by a few men who looked at Pagan with hatred and suspicion. Slim cut a dashing figure in black with a strange vest like garment with foreign symbols down both lapels. He had changed little over the years. Pagan and Slim had been fast friends in the days of their youth doing everything together, good things & bad things. That had all changed because of the girl but that was another story better left for another day and not mentioned in present company.
Pagan moved towards the barstool next to Slim & waited for an acknowledgement. Slim took his time but finally he turned and looked at Pagan square in the face. "What brings you back here?" he said loudly for all to hear. Pagan looked intently into Slim's eyes and said quietly "Do you know who sent the Guards to Lord British's Courtyard?" Slim's demeanor changed at once.
Dismissing his angry friends, Slim led Pagan into the back room. "That my old friend is not something we need to discuss in present company". Slim chased out the ladies working the kitchen and shut the door behind them.
Many long minutes later they both emerged from the room having reached an understanding. Pagan would help Slim eliminate his greatest local rival, Billy the Butcher & his Gang of Thieves and Slim would help Pagan defend against his enemy who cannot be named.
Before the two men parted, Slim offered Pagan a warning. He said others had now heard of the treasure cave and were coming in search of clues. Among those searchers was a particular Fisherman named Maxwell whom they both knew. Slim said he had been approached by several parties asking about the treasure cave and he had given them all strands of nonsense to follow.
Slim gave Pagan his word that the information he would give the Rebels would be good. Quid Pro Quo.
Pagan left the Tavern and headed towards his ship. It was time to call the Rebels to Arms.
Time to wrap up business for the Butcher.