Strange Land, Looking for A Commanding Officer.

The strange land was unknown to him, it was either a nightmare or the bell he heard had taken him somewhere else. What was the idea of surviving to be put in some other situation, at least his weaponry had came with him. Clearing through the forest, he found a path that lead to a port and here he was in plain sight walking among the port.

Most gave him a strange look, before he found a place called the skullhead tavern. Looking around him, there were a few men in uniform aside from the pirates. They seemed to be officers like himself, but they had different uniforms from his own.....or even from any armed forces of his world. Taking the chance to speak to one of the sailors, he found out that they were the imperial forces.

They looked strong, formidable and could be his ticket to an answer. So deciding to investigate further inside of the tavern, he would search for a high ranking officer and possibility enlist in there forces.


{Don't know who does NPC? or something along those lines.}

(Wheel of fate does all essential NPC until an NPC becomes important enough to receive their own account.)

The atmosphere of the Skullhead Tavern was pretty tame considering the type and amount of people within. It was a bit dreary, with a small bit of tension between the pirates and the militant officers. However, the most laid back person would be the bar tender. An almost frail looking young man with rimless glasses, short brown hair, and an ominously cheery smirk forever adorning his face. His seemingly always closed eyes opened for just a brief moment when Sven entered, but his attention diverted back to the patrons at the bar almost immediately.

Most of the tables were occupied by men in uniforms. Some wore Naval Uniforms, others wore Desert Storm type camo. However, the obvious high ranking officers seemed to linger around the back of the tavern, in a large booth that slightly overlooked the rest of the bar. Only two people sat in the far back that day, one wearing a suit highly resembling that of Sven's own, however, it was blue. It was a woman with many medals and ribbons adorning her jacket and collar. Her long blonde hair covering one of her eyes. The other visible eye was piercing and cold.

Next to her sat a slightly larger man with a dissolute grin, almost just like the bartender. He was far too lax compared to the rest of the tavern, or even the woman that sat at his side. He looked to be a Naval commander with his own white uniform. Two spoke quietly to one another, but both had taken in the look of Sven when he entered.

Sven wondered about the establishment his eyes wondered over the uniforms, he didn't see of interest at the tables. Deciding on probing for information he went to the go to guy, the bartender himself. Walking through the crowd, he would take a seat at the front of the bar. Glancing at the wares despite not knowing what type of drinks were served here.

"Hallo, I'm looking for certain individuals with authority over this sector? Might you be able to direct me, sir." He said, leaving it to that.

One hand was at his waist near his holster of his mauser pistol, the other was on the tabletop under his chin. He wondered if anyone would try to speak to him, friendly or not. Foreign sectors were rough, despite being the one not from here.....he didn't want to lower his guard.

The bartender finished with a customer next to Sven and listened to his question. Finally turning his full attention to the man, the bartender placed a small menu in front of him.

"In charge of this sector? If you're referring to the town itself, then most people report to the King and Queen of Grande, the Imperial City. If you're looking for someone to speak to here, I would avoid using your toys though." The bartender's eyes glanced down, showing that he knew Sven was keeping his weapon ready, but it was a bad idea. Many others about the tavern were eyeing him because of the action.

"I would like to ask what it is you are seeking first, before sending you to the lions, little lamb." The bartender placed a Heineken beer in front of Sven, complimentary of course.

He decided to pay attention to the man, he had told him that he should not be using his toys. Noticing the eyes that burned into his back, this might be a good idea of surviving a little longer. So he lowered his hand away from his pistol and focused on what the bartender was saying. What could he tell the man about his current position? Maybe something more interesting, but than that was when he had decided on a plan of action.

"I'm seeking employment, my name is Major. Sven Von Hidler. Mercenary from a distant land in search of somewhere to advance myself." He said up front, while taking a sip of the beer placed in front of him.