OOC ___________________________________________ Islesbury Docks Narshal stood in Islesbury's docks, the great ocean stretched out behind him, along with the many docked ships where strong-backed, salty smelling sailor's and slaves unloaded their goods. Although it was midday and the sun was high in the sky, the dock of Islesbury was in near permanent darkness, surrounded by tall, narrow, rundown buildings. Mostly inns and shops. You could tell who regularly worked on the docks due to their pasty white skin. At his immediate front stood the criminals he had bought, behind them the many merchant stands who sold the more unsavoury goods, and finally, behind that stood the rest of the city. He took a step toward them, he had a basic understanding of their backgrounds and personalities from the jailer, it was also printed on their release forms. He pulled a dozen small, leather sacks from his pockets and handed one to each of them, keeping eye contact with each of them as he did. ''In the satchel'' he began ''You will find 100 gold pieces.'' Placing his hand on the hilt of his sword he looked each of them up and down. ''You'll need to buy yourselves a decent weapon, or armour, or maybe some better clothes.'' His cold gaze founds it's way to the sickly looking boy on the end ''Maybe some thick armour.'' ''There's one gate out of the city,'' He pointed out ''If you try to escape, you WILL be caught before you make it to the city gates. I have your release forms. And you can't leave the without them.'' It was true, they couldn't, every slave in the city had official documentation, and could not leave without their owner's, regardless of the situation. Lifting his arm he pointed to one of the largest building in the harbour district, several stories high and riddled with moss ''The Limping Weasel'' he said, looking at the inn ''Meet me in their when you have made your purchases, acquainted yourselves, and are ready to go.'' With that he smirked, turned, and strode off into the inn, without turning back.