Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29559990-20140704144923

Vashier was packing up his fresh shipment of supplies. While he hated The Reach, there was no denying the quality of their goods. He would simply buy their food and weapons and sell them to the Forsworn for more. It was profitable.

Vashier picked up his sack and decided to head out. He tried to get out of the wretched city as soon as possible. It's smells of mead and lust assaulted his nose.

As Vashier was walking out of the city, he spotted a Breton in custom armor and a cowl. Vashier knew who the man was, of course. Perhaps the most infamous merc that ever swung a sword or shot an arrow.

Vashier's curiosity was peaked. The only reason Zero would be here is for a contract. But what kind of contract? Perhaps the Silver-Blood's were playing their hand against the Forsworn... which was bad for Vashier's business.

Vashier needed to find out. If he was indeed here to fight for the Blood's, then the Forsworn were in trouble...

Vashier casually walked up to the Breton Mercenary. "Excuse me, friend, may This One have a word with you?"