Post by Brennon on Aug 26, 2019 19:39:40 GMT
"Little? Is that the best insult a Son of Amber can come up with?" There is a lull in the conversation about, as 'men' at three different tables all stop and partially stand, half waiting for their Captain to bring things to blows, half hoping he doesn't dare. Not a one of his crew are under six feet tall, though none are as large as Gerard, either.
Brennon is also unconsciously on his feet again, boots spread wide for better balance.
"As for better berthing rights, I suppose anything's better than some place I've never been. But if it's berths, you'll have to take that up with my ship, since she's the one who'll be sleeping there." His comment is half facetious, and half a dare. He continues quickly, before Gerard can comment again.
"I'll find your packets and properties. I can't guarantee what condition they'll be in, but what I find, I'll bring to you. Information, you'll get for a drink." He gestures at the glass of expensive liqueur. "Properties will be exchanged for gold. You might consider it crass, but the hands like to have some of it to spread around, and I like to have something other than fish and distilled seawater on my voyages." Very slowly, and very carefully, like men walking through a powder hold with a lit candle, Brennon's crew resume their seats. Brennon can't leave it just at that, though.
"And in my lines of work, if you want a deal done right, you shake hands. A drink's no indication of a promise." He holds his hand out. He knows perfectly well by reputation that Prince Gerard of Amber is capable of crushing anything his hand closes around. He's pretty sure that Gerard wants him working on finding things, so won't cripple him outright. Brennon just wants the excuse to show Gerard he's not some small fry, either- if he gets the chance, he won't use his full strength to test Gerard's grip, but more than most men can manage. (Just over Amber level).
Once all the verbal sparring is over, Brennon will actually drink as Gerard asks, to 'seal the deal'.
Brennon is also unconsciously on his feet again, boots spread wide for better balance.
"As for better berthing rights, I suppose anything's better than some place I've never been. But if it's berths, you'll have to take that up with my ship, since she's the one who'll be sleeping there." His comment is half facetious, and half a dare. He continues quickly, before Gerard can comment again.
"I'll find your packets and properties. I can't guarantee what condition they'll be in, but what I find, I'll bring to you. Information, you'll get for a drink." He gestures at the glass of expensive liqueur. "Properties will be exchanged for gold. You might consider it crass, but the hands like to have some of it to spread around, and I like to have something other than fish and distilled seawater on my voyages." Very slowly, and very carefully, like men walking through a powder hold with a lit candle, Brennon's crew resume their seats. Brennon can't leave it just at that, though.
"And in my lines of work, if you want a deal done right, you shake hands. A drink's no indication of a promise." He holds his hand out. He knows perfectly well by reputation that Prince Gerard of Amber is capable of crushing anything his hand closes around. He's pretty sure that Gerard wants him working on finding things, so won't cripple him outright. Brennon just wants the excuse to show Gerard he's not some small fry, either- if he gets the chance, he won't use his full strength to test Gerard's grip, but more than most men can manage. (Just over Amber level).
Once all the verbal sparring is over, Brennon will actually drink as Gerard asks, to 'seal the deal'.