WARNING: CONTAINS EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF GORE AND SEXUAL ACTIVITY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Decimus never recieved many contracts from his anonymous advisors in Yoreiq. Of course, he still took a boat out to the chain of islands, finding it quite thrilling to be doing something different. Going somewhere new, to help more people. Or... That's what he was told. A prince who had neglected his people, forcing them into tight, miserable shacks, sending soldiers out to steal their valuables to afford his towering fortress, which was built with only the best materials. This was on the far end of Yoreiq, but it still needed to be addressed.
He was told that his contact would be waiting for him in the tavern near the port he was docking at. Currently, he was sleeping in, the tide fairly calm so he could to begin with. Once he heard the loud bell signaling that he arrived at his destination, he quickly threw the blankets off of his body and got on his tunic, racing from the cabin. He squinted as he was introduced to the blinding light, the sky a clear blue with no clouds in sight, except those that rested on the horizon. The sun was just above the clouds, which meant that dusk wasn't far.
He looked towards the ramp leading down to the dock below, where a sea of passengers were getting off. Walking to the edge of the ship, he looked towards the village up ahead, which were filled with crowds of people cheering their loved ones' arrival. Luckily, he had no real loved ones besides his mother. And for all he knew, she was dead by now. He surely hoped not... But it was probably the case. Once most were down the ramp, he walked down slowly and made his way towards the huge crowd. Shoving past them impatiently, he stayed perfectly silent as he went down the dirt path through the village and looked for a tavern.
All of the buildings looked exactly alike. Some weren't hard to pick out, such as the blacksmith and the lumber mill. Others however, were different. Simple wood structures with bamboo rooves, the windows having no glass and beads hanging down from the doorways, but no door to speak of. He sighed in frustration as he was unable to find what he was looking for, until his eyes landed on a building attached to the dock. It stood on stilts, two symmetrical staircases leading to the entrance. He was going to go out on a limb and say that it was intended for fishermen and navigators, not assassins looking for their contact.
Walking back to the dock, he went up one of the staircases and walked through the hanging beads. From the outside, he could hear traditional Yoreiq music, as well as tribal shouts in a language he could not understand. On the inside, booths linded the walls of the tavern, the middle occupied by a band and many scantily-clad women dancing to the music. He looked around, his eyes catching a balding man in a fur coat... Another nobleman? Or just some rich merchant in the area? He was told that he'd find a man in a fur coat, but he didn't expect something so... Elegant. Either way, he walked around the main floor towards his booth, taking a seat.
"I didn't expect you to actually come... With all of this talk regarding a beast in the waters of Hivan, it would not surprise me if something similar would be found in our native oceans as well." He spoke. He looked to be an older man, his short, curly black hair slightly greying at the roots, his face only slightly wrinkling. He had a goatee and a well-groomed mustache, the goatee tied into a bun at the tip. "Luckily, no. Not even a storm to speak of. I had a safe travel." Decimus replied, crossing his fingers as he laid his arms on the table, wearing his rings, as per usual. "I'm glad. We will begin business when your partner shows."
Decimus gritted his teeth. He didn't work well with partners...