The door to the tavern opens letting two drunken sailors stagger out onto the pathway. They clumsily walk trying to support one another while singing aloud, one of them holding a brandy bottle in his hand loosely. With them a cloud of smoke bellows out the doorway and a third figure slips out behind them, he pulls his cloak tightly about him watching the twain for a moment before turning away and walking along the road.

Dric sneaks out from behind a few crates, his small form unnoticed. Scampering from cover to cover, he rather loudly makes his way up behind Rinkair, looking up at the man from behind him.

Rinkair blinks slightly and turns to see who is approaching, seeing Dric he looks over at him and looks at him in interest to see what he is up to.

Altazar stands behind and to the right of his captain keeping vigil

Geoffry is more by himself, having walked out of the tavern before the others. He glances back and forth at all the newcomers with vauge disintrest.

Altazar follows his captain gaze and quirks a brow.

A hint of red creeps up into the Dric's face as the young lad is caught, "G'afternoon, sir," he says quickly, a boyish grin making his face glow, "Jus' saw ye standin' here by y'self, and was wonderin'..." he trails off, small, bright, blue eyes twinkling with curiousity.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Good afternoon to you young gentleman. You were wondering what?"

Mithdraug lets his hood fall low upon his face, throwing a shadow that makes his features hard to determine. But this man is surely a soldier, armed with a great bow slung over his shoulder and his scabbard presses against the inside of his cloak with his hands hidden by green gauntlets. His path takes him nearer to some sailors, one of whom he can recognise as its Captain just as the man turns to look upon a lad next to him.

Altazar looks away from the conversation. He sweeps his head around trying to take note of each person in the passing crowd.

Dric looks down at his dirty bare feet, and does not respond for a moment. Then, with a longing look over at the ship not to far away, the Alcarondas, he looks up into her captain's face, "Well, sir, I was wonderin' if ye know anythin' about that big boat over there?" he says this with a not toward the ship.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Yes I do.. That is my ship lad. The Alcarondas. Ain't she a beautiful thing to look upon?"

Geoffry walks towards the rest, quietly. His eyes glances around at the captain, the child, the man in forest garb, the sailors. All equal in his eyes, all not exactly important for now.

Altazar looks up and the large advancing salior and a grin crosses his face

Dric nods hard, strands of his dark blond hair flying into his face, forcing him to wipe them back, "Oh, aye sir, she is! Very beautiful... and won'erful, too. I ain't ever seened anythin' as big as that..." With a hard sigh, he trails off, staring again at the ship.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Aye, the Alcarondas is a big ship. Fast too. My crew and I love her dearly. Do you wish to become a sailor when you grow up lad?"

Altazar grins to his captain," er perhaps a marine, eh sir?"

Mithdraug halts before the group, he himself giving the Alcarondas a studious looking over, taking in its details he then turns his gaze on the Captain, letting go of cloak allowing it to open casually, "Aye..a fine vessel indeed Captain.."

A huge smile comes to the young lad's face as Rinkair mentions being a sailor, "Oh, sir, I would love to! I were on a ship once... but it were dirty and nasty, and the sailors talked all strange-like..." With a disgusted look, he adds, "But I couldn' unnerstand a single thing 'ey said!"

Geoffry watches the byplay between the admiral (?) and the child. He smiles slightly, but only a slight crack and curve of his lips.
+os Captain!! we don't have an admiral.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Aye.. That is a danger. But being a sailor or marine would be a great honor. You could serve the Steward and protect your home here from harm."

Altazar grins," we always need more marines, cap'n"

Dric's eyes brighten, "Protect m'home? That's what my brother does... he lives in the really big city, though." He adds, with a frown and a thoughful look, "I c'n never 'member the name of it, though." With another glance at the ship, he adds with pleading eyes, "Ye sure ye don' need someone like me on yer ship now, cap'n?" he asks, picking up Altazar's use of the title.

Mithdraug waits a moment seeing if the Captain might take notice of his presence, but seeing he is somewhat distracted he decides to just stand idle in the meantime, hands lifted to rest against his waist.

Altazar chuckles and turns to his captain," always use a good cabin boy fer swobbin sir"

Rinkair glances at Mithdraug and bows slightly, "Well met sir." He turns o Altazar and shakes his head, "Not now Altazar, he's too young for that."

Geoffry smirks at the marine's comment, but once more the expression melts like a snowflake on warm stone. Gone even before it has a chance to appear.

Altazar nods and lets his gaze stray to a trio of passing ladies.

Dric's brows come together at the refusal, and he puffs out his chest and stands straighter, trying to pull himself taller, "I ain't young, sir! I'm a whole twelve seasons..." slouching again, he adds, mumbling, "I just be too small to be of any use."

Rinkair smiles and says, "Not too small lad. We all were small once. Come back to us in a year though and I can bring you aboard. I wouldn't want to put you where you'd have to lift one of these old windbags up and carry him out of a fight, "Rinkair points to altazar. "Not yet anyway lad, even I would fear that."

Altazar chuckles deeply continueing to stare into the crowd

Dric drops his gaze down to his small, dirty feet, "Yessir," he mumbles, and turning, begins to walk away with a dejected air to his slouch.

Rinkair chuckles and says, 'Lad, when you do come back I'd suggest making sure you come to my ship.."

Mithdraug turns his piercing grey eyes on the lad and softly chuckles, thinking how once he thought how long it was going to take to grow up and be allowed to bare arms against the enemy and then how much he wishes he was a youth once again..

Altazar grins at a gril as she enters the tavern and swivels to his captain," when do we put to sea again sir?"

Dric looks up and glances back at Rinkair, his disapointment fades somewhat, though still there, and he gives the captain a forced half-smile, "I'll look for ye, sir."

Rinkair smiles and says, "To be so young again. The world seemed so much simpler back then. And filled with so much less sadness too."

'Sea'? that words takes the Rangers interest and he can't hold himself from asking, "Oh..Captain..excuse my interruption, but I am need of your help. If you can set me upon a fast ship that might set sail north along the Anduin...and in short time no less"

Altazar swivels and quirks a brow at the ranger

Rinkair hms, "A fast ship ehh? How far north sir do you need to go? My own ship while fast is also quite large and tires quickly for rowing. A smaller cutter would be a better bet for such travels. Though I be heading up to minas tirith soon. You'd be better to find one of our cutters.

Mithdraug nods, he darts a glance to the men nearby, though sworn to hold certain information against strangers he has little choise with the company present and with his own urgency, "A cutter would be fine indeed sir. I would seek passage on whatever craft you have available. As long as it can set me on dry land as close to Osgiliath as it dares"

Rinkair smiles and says, "Let me write you some introduction then and you can see one of the captains of the other vessels."

Dric, shoulders slumped, turns and begins strolling off, his bare feet pattering on the hard docks as he makes his way past the rows of ships and out of sight.

Mithdraug nods again "Very well, thankyou very much Captain. I shall not forget this boon you have done for me.." He offers forward one green gauntlet, his keen gaze holding that of the Captains own

Rinkair takes the gauntlet and shakes it, "It is really nothing."