Quick was getting out some rolling paper and ground leaf as he listened to Ivy's answer for his question, meditating on it a bit before lighting a match to start his cigarette. He puffed some smoke into the air before clicking his tongue when Quick looked back down at Ivy.
"Well, I'd be a liar if I said adrenaline don't feel good, and if you felt the rush of danger before, well, I'd also be lying if I said I weren't intrigued."
Quick motioned for someone on the deck to come see him, a young man wearing leather armor and armed with various throwing weapons.
"Could you go fetch Samson for me? I think he's in the mess." "Aye, Cap'n."
The Sellsword left in a flash toward the direction Quick indicated, "You're gonna love this guy," he said before blowing out more smoke out of the way, "Now, as much as I love the enthusiasm, I don't need thrill seekers. I need men, and women, who know how to keep smart out when doing a job. This ain' no color raising, glory fueled operation. We're in the business of making money. Thrills is nice and all, but don't do anyone good to be reckless. You understand that much, don't you?"
Ivy bit her lip at Quick's latest question. Could she actually make sure she didn't make a stupid choice, or anything outside of what she was supposed to. After a second of thinking, Ivy nodded, still looking at the man. "Yes, sir. I understand." And she did, and she was determined not to mess her chance up.
You could almost feel the tremble of the boards as he made his way up the steps to the deck of the ship, and then you could almost hop an inch when he made his first step into the sun. The man was a giant, even making the Captain seem small before he squeezed through the door. When he finally pushed on through, you swore they kept the giant in a cage so as to not scare the populace.
His size was easily seven feet, and the broadness of his shoulders were that it seemed he could hug a boulder before crushing it with his bulging biceps. He wore a mane of raven black hair like a trophy, only matched by his magnificent beard that bore brass rings.
But more than anything, what truly made this man a being to fear was the hammer he carried on his shoulder, the length of which was almost that of a man, with a steel head made to crush dragon bone into dust.
"Hail, Grayson, you summoned me?" the giant said with almost a boom in his low voice.
"Samson, no need to raise your voice, I ain' that old yet. Plus, you'll scare the applicant."
Samson looked confused for a moment, as if he didn't immediately know to whom Quick referred to. It took the Captain to actually motion down to her that the giant finally realized Ivy was at his foot.
"Ah, welcome! Samson sees you now, little one. You should have said something before!" he exclaimed with a hearty laugh.
Quick patted him on the shoulder, always glad for the positive presence of the giant, "Now then, friend, were you doing that lost and found request today?"
Samson stopped with the fearsome glee and wore a more serious expression when he focused on Quick, "Aye, Grayson."
Ivy's eyes were a fair amount larger then normal when the giant man came into view, along with his weapon. Unsure of what to say, she just stood there and nervously bit the inside of her cheek, eyes on what looked like a giant hammer. The blonde archer gave Samson a small smile, figuring this man was not someone she would ever want to make angry; he could probably flatten her with one blow. Her attention was taken away from the giant once Quick began talking, and her eyes moved between the two men as they spoke. When Quick suggested Samson bring her along to something, Ivy straightened and she looked half excited and half scared. "Lost and found request? Am I going to help with an assignment?"
"We're going to see what you can do, darlin'. You won't be gettin' paid for this one, this is strictly a test of your abilities. If Samson likes what you can do, he'll tell me and I'll see about lettin' this ship being your second home," he finished whilst throwing the butt of his cig to the floor and stomping it.
"Samson, get to it." "Aye, Grayson." the giant said with that low boom in his voice that he couldn't seemingly control. "Come little one, let us see if you can impress the boss, yea?"
[Should Ivy agree to this arrangement, the adventure continues]
The quest took them away from Wistvale and toward the nearby forest apparently, as much as Samson had explained along the way. The request was a simple one, they were going to find a little girl who got away from her mother on their home and lost in the forest. She has been missing for a few days and the family only yesterday put up a request for the Sellswords to try and find the girl. Dead or alive.
"Do you hunt little one? Samson notices bow, you may get to use it yet to feed us with good kill. We're going to be looking for little girl all day, after all."
The giant who appeared pretty jolly, to put it mildly, back on the ship now spoke solemnly at the mention of the child, as if he had something personal at stake in this quest. Either that or he just had a big heart to match with his monster strength. It was strange that a man of his obvious combat capability would take on a simple search mission.
Ivy's aqua eyes scanned the forest as she slowly turned to face the giant man, thoughts on a different time and place not so long ago. "Yes, I hunt. I had to for a while when I was making my way to Wistvale." Mentally shaking her head at herself for lingering on the past, Ivy turned her thoughts to the little girl they were out looking for. She really hoped they found her, all safe and sound, and studied Samson as he spoke, assuming from the change in his tone that he just liked children. Wanting to make conversation, Ivy decided to go with what she was thinking about. "Do you have any children of your own?"