IC Savage Tides (Take 2)

[Farmerbink]

Nathaniel nods, taking in the details and doing his best to commit them to memory. Gerald's expression is less intense, but of the same vein. The older brother frowns. "And you haven't been on board in some time? No telling how many thugs this Vark may have around- 100 platinum will go a long way..." He purses him lips and one hand instinctively drifts towards the polearm loop- currently empty of course, the weapon leaning against a wall in the foyer. He frowns, returning his hand to the table. "Guess we've got our work cut out for us. Anyone particularly want to wait until sunrise to pay our goodman a visit?"