Jager pinched the bridge of his nose. "And what about fire -power-? Cannons, harpoons, gunnery- anything?" If it were just a barge, it it was doubtful; however it was armed with mages.. so, it opened that gate to question. He'd shoulder his burlap sack of goods and reached inside for a single sheet of parchment. The quill he'd purchased was stuck in his hair, but not for long. Squatting on the ground, he'd wet its tip and find a wall solid enough to start scribbling notes.Â
"You don't have much faith, do ya?" He'd smirk as he shook his head. No no no, this was all wrong. Jager crumples the parchment into a useless ball and holds it in his palm as he moves once more. It was his turn now, to lead them and he'd do so by taking them toward the docks. Somewhere along the way, his patience had slipped and his irritation with Zhavi's cockiness had gotten the better of him. A lowly street begger had come to him for nothing more than a single coin, to which he replied with a handful of balled paper thrown right at the poor lad's face. "Don't spend it all in once place." He makes eye contact with the rat, sneering before moving along.Â
"Find me that perch. I want to see what I'm working with."
"You don't have much faith, do ya?" He'd smirk as he shook his head. No no no, this was all wrong. Jager crumples the parchment into a useless ball and holds it in his palm as he moves once more. It was his turn now, to lead them and he'd do so by taking them toward the docks. Somewhere along the way, his patience had slipped and his irritation with Zhavi's cockiness had gotten the better of him. A lowly street begger had come to him for nothing more than a single coin, to which he replied with a handful of balled paper thrown right at the poor lad's face. "Don't spend it all in once place." He makes eye contact with the rat, sneering before moving along.Â
"Find me that perch. I want to see what I'm working with."