Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-25828117-20190911173123

The agent's head came up, his cushion hat adorned with pearls first, and then his strained, exhausted face. It seemed like despite it being his job, climbing aboard ships on rope ladders was not his forté.

His cloak was of a golden color and the sleeves of his shirt wide, made of several folds.

He bowed graciously.

"A pleasure, captain."

Next up were three guards. Fitted out in lobster-tailed pot helmets with light-green studded armor baring the stag of Bravil. They looked like thugs dressed in mismatched guard outfits for there were some notable discrepancies between them.

Rin nodded and gestured to one of her crewmates to go get the pouch which had been prepared for this.

"Jumish. Go get the man his septims."

The agent gave a friendly smile, holding his hands behind his back.

"I see you are faring travellers." He noted seeing Nyasia and Emile.

Rin groaned.