by Ander » 09/28/2016 10:02 AM
The man's eyes widened behind his shades, expression becoming contemplative as he pulled at his beard. "Y' don't say..." He certainly had nothing to use - there was nothing in those documents that was too personal, as far as he was concerned. They didn't go into much detail, either, so he wouldn't have to worry about offending the lady with any sordid history lessons.
"Ah, what the hell," the Torken exclaimed, "why not? Take a look lass, I've nothing much to lose." A large hand gathered the notes together again and spun them her way. As he'd mentioned, everything he'd ever learned, he'd taken from cobblestone streets, choking waters and sea-green spray. Surely someone who had experiences in more civilized matters could do him better? "I'm 'Zulfeqare', mentioned in there - feel free to call me Zulf, I know the former's a bit of a jaw. And well, most of the details are in there; gist of the thing, though, is that some right witch of a woman wants me to serve on her crew until I die. Like as not I deserve somethin' like that, but I'm not in for life sentences, you understand? Thing is, I can't find anything in there that puts a limit on me little life o' servitude."