Nero's patrol around Fisherman's Bottom was fairly routine. He would often hand out a few gil to some of the beggars and collect some rumours. A few of the fishermen would update him what ships they had seen come into port--many of them rose early before going out to sea, and so if any clandestine arrivals had come in before dawn, they would have seen it.
He also took the time to check on his new ship; construction had just started to begin, and thus the hull had barely begun to form. It was to be a brig, and due to be somewhat larger than the Second Forte. While Nero's vessel wasn't lacking in fangs, his clipper was slight and built for running blockades; raids took in the form of hit-and-run or boarding action, never ship to ship combat, as the latter would likely destroy valuable cargo and cause unnecessary damage to both ships.
Nero hadn't any idea yet what to christen the vessel, but he would worry about that when it was complete.
Returning to his warehouse, Nero found the Miqo'te lounging outside of it, to his surprise. She had arrived sooner than he'd expected. And it was to his great pleasure that Kink had decided not to bring along her new bodyguard; that was going to be very annoying if Nero had to find a way to lock that vigilante out.
"Morning," Nero said, a small smile cresting his face. He never greeted anyone with "good morning"--the smuggler considered it bad luck to greet someone with an oxymoron. The Hyur kneeled down to unlock the padlock of the warehouse. "This is something you can consider to be a safehouse. I'll give you a spare key when we're done discussing our business." The padlock unlocked with a click, and Nero pulled open the double doors of the warehouse.
It was a small thing; various unmarked crates covered in various tarps were scattered around it. There were a few makeshift cots scattered around it, and the unfinished sail that Nero had used to cover himself lay on the floor. A hammock was also strung between two massive crates that couldn't possibly be used for smuggling.Â
"Ladies first," Nero said cordially, waving a hand to the inside of the warehouse.
He also took the time to check on his new ship; construction had just started to begin, and thus the hull had barely begun to form. It was to be a brig, and due to be somewhat larger than the Second Forte. While Nero's vessel wasn't lacking in fangs, his clipper was slight and built for running blockades; raids took in the form of hit-and-run or boarding action, never ship to ship combat, as the latter would likely destroy valuable cargo and cause unnecessary damage to both ships.
Nero hadn't any idea yet what to christen the vessel, but he would worry about that when it was complete.
Returning to his warehouse, Nero found the Miqo'te lounging outside of it, to his surprise. She had arrived sooner than he'd expected. And it was to his great pleasure that Kink had decided not to bring along her new bodyguard; that was going to be very annoying if Nero had to find a way to lock that vigilante out.
"Morning," Nero said, a small smile cresting his face. He never greeted anyone with "good morning"--the smuggler considered it bad luck to greet someone with an oxymoron. The Hyur kneeled down to unlock the padlock of the warehouse. "This is something you can consider to be a safehouse. I'll give you a spare key when we're done discussing our business." The padlock unlocked with a click, and Nero pulled open the double doors of the warehouse.
It was a small thing; various unmarked crates covered in various tarps were scattered around it. There were a few makeshift cots scattered around it, and the unfinished sail that Nero had used to cover himself lay on the floor. A hammock was also strung between two massive crates that couldn't possibly be used for smuggling.Â
"Ladies first," Nero said cordially, waving a hand to the inside of the warehouse.
