"You there yes...you look like a stout fellow....person."
He seemed to contemplate his next words carefully.
"I am having a bit of trouble with brigands who've taken it upon themseleves from evicting my from my very own ship. Would you be interested in aid? I can pay with gold or with words."
Ron looked down at the human for a long moment, various pupils opening and closing across the surface of his eyes as he regarded the man fully.
"With... words?" he said slowly, not understanding the mans meaning.
He leaned forwards to look at the man with idle curiosity.
"Explain."
He let out a grunt. "Yes, mm. With words. I know many people, 'specially in these parts. I can point you in the direction of cheap goods, that is to say inexpensive, well made and not entirely legal goods, or even perhaps in the direction of employment. You know, the information trade, missah."
He took a step back.
"Or I could just split what's in the hold with you."
Ron swung his heavy pack up over his shoulder, the movement now revealing his four arms as it shifted his cloak.
"Need place to stay. Boat sank." he said roughly, his deep tone conversational.
He looked around for a few moments, rubbing his jaw, then looked back to the human with something that resembled faint amusement.
"So what ship, and how they take it from you?"
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