Deal With The Dove

Meeting Up
Somewhere along the great blue sea, a small vessel traveled. It didn’t look very durable as its size would signify. It was a wooden caravel yet smaller. Smaller and also faster. The ship coursed through the seas rapidly, its speeds causing the tranquil breeze to brush its passengers, or well, in this case, passenger.

Flavius Conor stood in the front part of the ship, grasping the steering wheel tightly. His eyes glistened under the evening sun and the wind blew on his golden hair softly. Conor was currently headed for Armoria, where he would meet up with a… "business partner" to distribute some…"products", or at least that’s what he had told the last person who asked him. Truthfully, a powerful Broker had contacted him and planned to sell some type of substance, that Conor or well, “Jin” as he called himself with anything Underworld-related would attempt to distribute. For him, the whole thing seemed shady and he had considered the possibility of the meeting being a scam but wherever there was possible profit, Conor would go.

The atmosphere was somewhat peaceful, the only sounds being those of the water brushing against the ship’s lower part. Well, that, and the sound of Conor whistling a rather strange tune. “I’m gonna get rich, I’m gonna get rich, I can feel it~ he sung to himself, had any Broker met him now, they would probably refuse to ever deal with him. “Oh, that must be Armoria.” Even from afar, the place appeared to be modern, as Conor could witness multiple buildings protruding from the island’s floor.

About half an hour later, Conor had made it into Armoria, he anchored his small vessel on the island’s dock, minuted before he decided to walk alongside the many buildings. “Finally here. Now, where is the meeting spot.” Conor looked confused, his eyes flickered to the many streets of Armoria, before he brought both of his hands over his face. “Fuck…I have no idea where we’re supposed to meet. I knew I should’ve stuck to only being a mercenary…” he now crouched, his head down, making contact with his knees. He was completely unaware that he was making a fool out of himself.