Naomi's eyes fell on the Draconian almost immediately, his species tended to stick out among the crowds and the fact that most people were staying away from him only highlighted his presence that much more. She turned her gaze away as he looked up and began to turn. Naomi scanned the room, and quickly laid eyes on Grinich, a mole of a man, sitting a few seats to the right of the Draconian. He was half dwarf and half goblin, and just as ugly as one might imagine. He was talking to a burly man on his right, a fat cigar jutting from his lips and a full but trimmed beard covering his face. She walked over and set her drink beside the half goblin loudly, making him jump and snap towards her.
"Oh-! Well ello there miss Vayne," he greeted her in a scratchy smoker's voice, "Fancy seeing you around this establishment eh? Who woulda guessed?" Grinich chuckled and turned towards the burly figure as Naomi sat down. "I'll get back to ya bout that one." The man nodded and walked off. "So!" Grinich spoke and turned back to Naomi, "What could I possibly do for a pretty lil lady like yourself?"
"Cut the taurus shit Grinich, I be ere on business not ta flirt," she bit out.
Oh, I don't know, he seems to be your type... The voice rumbled with a chuckle.
She ignored him and continued, lowering her voice, "When I met ye you said you knew lots o folk in town, I need ye ta call 'pon any sailor who might be lookin fer a bountiful opportunity."
Grinich leaned closer, obviously intrigued. "And what might this bountiful opportunity entail?" he croaked.
"Lets jus say I finally found what I been in the market for."
His eyes lit up and he took a large dwarf sized gulp from the mug of ale in his hand. "Say! Capn Naomi Vayne be settin out to sail the Hivian Ocean again!" He let out a raspy laugh.
Naomi grabbed the side of his shirt and pulled him towards her discretely. "Shut it ya fool, Now ye gonna do this fer me or not?"
Naomi let go and Grinich smoothed out his apparel. "Course I will," he paused and looked up at the woman, "But what are ya gonna pay me for it?"
The captain scowled and bit back a retort. She was hoping he would just spread the word for her to his contacts, but of course the greasy grinch wouldn't do anything without some personal gain. "Tell ye what," she whispered, "Ye get the word to any n all sailors I ken trust, and I'll leave ye 5 percent of whatever be on that vessel."
"20 percent," Grinich countered.
"10 percent," Naomi replied, "An that's a mighty fine offer with what be gettin hauled on this ere boat."
The half goblin thought for a moment and then nodded his head, "Fine, but how you planning on getting this to me may I ask?"
"I'll be leavin it in a few cargo crates some'ere on the dock, 'fore we set sail. Don't worry bout it jus get me them sailors. I gots two days n I'll let ye know."
Grinich grunted and finished his drink before jumping off the stool. "You better hold your end miss Vayne, I know more people then you may think," he threatened before heading away and out of the inn. Naomi sat there and took another swig of rum thinking. Getting this payment to that little grime would make things more difficult, provided she would actually pay him. This plan needed more thought.