A man and his dog

FORM: Tacked onto the Bulletin Board & Over Sending Crystals
SENDER: Malcolm Reynolds
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: Mal's look'n for work. And his Mabari.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Dog shenanigans

This is Captain Malcolm Reynolds of the Freighter Serenity and I'm look'n to find some work in and around Skyhold. You need somth'n found, somth'n lifted, somth'n delivered? I'm your man. Wanna wander around outside all casual-like for any reason and want a guard? I can do that too. Most any job that needs do'n I can see to long as I get paid.

...And I'm also look'n for a dog.

So here's the thing- I mighta misplaced somth'n that's liable to wander a li'l bit. Big, brown, kinda fat for a Mabari- answers to Jayne or Salaud depend'n on what he's after. If you got valuables that smell like food or herbs or whatnot I'd double check 'em as he's got a habit of digg'n around, gettin in what ain't his, and eat'n it. Don't be fooled. He ain't a starv'n waif, he gets fed plenty. You see him and he's in somth'n he shouldn't be? Whap him and he'll wander off. You see him and aren't all that inclined to give him a smack? Come find me. I'm the mighty tall fellow wander'n around with a long brown coat and a staff that ain't a mage. Point me in his direction and I'll get it all sorted.

[ On the Bulletin Board: ]

[ Will work for pay. No job too small. Contact Cpt. Malcolm Reynolds with inquiries.

Also: Dog Missing. Goes by Jayne. Contact Cpt. Reynolds if found. ]

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[And Korrin is doing what she does best, being a terrible influence on Jayne. As soon as he enters the kitchen, she's giving him pieces of her meal and fetching more for him, telling the mabari what a good boy he is and so handsome, too. Before long, she forgets the rest of her foot in favor of giving him belly rubs just as he likes them.]

Where's your human, hm? He's gotta be around here somewhere....

Jayne? JAYNE!

[ settled in comfy cozy with Korrin, the mabari didn't so much as whuff at the sound of Malcolm's voice. Doesn't so much as move when he finally sticks his head in to glower at his damn dog being a damn pest and- ]

...You been feed'n him, I take it?

Freighter captain, you say? What's your sailing experience?

Li'l bit of everything. Me and mine go where the work is, been through the Walking Sea mostly these past 'couple years. Did a few jobs up in Rialto bay 'while ago.

That so? Where's your ship now, Captain?

Do'n work in the Walking Sea while I'm here. My Crew's got it handled, pick'n up their own jobs 'til I get some stuff sorted and head on back there myself.

What a coincidence. I have ships in the area doing the same.

Well, how 'bout that? Most of what we do is transport; carry'n goods for merchants what don't got their own ships and the like. It ain't much but it pays. What are yours haul'n?

Malcolm. That's a good name.

How discreet are you in these shipments?

Depends on the pay. Discretion's extra.

Whatever I tell them to. Isabela, Kitten. Admiral Isabela.

I'll bear it in mind.

There is something I need delivered to me. However, it is... a bit of a distance away. Kirkwall. How far are you willing to go?

Wh-

Kitten-

Well. Merde. Seems you got me at a disadvantage here, Admiral.

Further than that. What sized package am I gett'n?

It'll be a box, barely shorter than me and certainly lighter. You could carry it easily.

I'd like to discuss the details in person, if you're willing, Malcolm.

I'm in the tavern, big fella with a long brown coat and a staff but ain't a mage.

Excellent. I'll be there momentarily.

Order yourself a drink. My treat. I'll see you there.

[ Well he ain't gonna turn down a free drink- so he orders a pint of watery Ferelan ale (kinda makes him homesick) kicks up in the far corner with the staff for his pike propped against his shoulder, and waits.

Sometime during the waiting Jayne wanders back to settle under his chair. Good boy. ]

[At a leisurely pace, Twisted Fate steps into the tavern. Mage or not, he's left his own staff behind, having no need for it now.

He approaches Malcolm, pulling out a chair for himself.]

Twisted Fate. It's a pleasure, Malcolm. [Fate sits, and glances down.] I see you found your mabari.

[Crouched by Jayne, Korrin glances over with a welcoming and unrepentant grin when Mal joins them.]

Of course. It's rude not to offer anything when having a meal, you know. Besides, we were going to find you after.

[Well, she would have, though Jayne looks entirely too comfortable. The empty plate next to him might have something to do with that.]

Nope, no find'n required. You fed him, he's your problem now.

[ If it weren't the first time he's seen Korrin since he got in he'd turn on his heel and leave them to it; but it's been a fair while and he has missed her something fierce. It's enough reason for him to walk in and extend an arm. ]

He's gonna get fleas on ya if you stay down there.

More like he found me. Odds are he'll wander off before we're through.

[ Mal sits up enough to show he's being civil- offers Fate (The shit kinda name is that, really, then again he's worked with a Badger, so) his arm for a manly clasping of the wrists. ]

Same to you. Always good to get work.

[The arm is taken, and he gives it a firm shake. Business-like, and he can get to the point, then.]

Happy to offer it. Usually I'm looking for jobs myself, but in this case, I think it's better laid in your hands.

[He orders himself some ale. Something lighter after what Bull had ordered for him that one time.]

Tell me what your general fair usually is for a delivery of this nature, and how you prefer payment. Up front, or half before and half after the job is done?

[There was no ad quite as succinct and heartening as: Will Work For Pay. It was Varric's favorite, he loved seeing it (even if reading this rendition took a little hard squinting), because people who posted ads like that? They meant every word.

All four of them.

Finding the guy was easy enough, especially considering the description he'd sent over the crystals, and Varric took no issue sauntering up to him. He looked a little less wealthy than usual, an unfortunate side effect of the Fallow Mire and (subsequently) having to burn his favorite outfit, but his clothing was still tailored and gilded, so it sort of broke even.]

How do you feel about making sure things don't get delivered?

Depends. [ Mal's scrawling out another letter- something to send back north to the Crew- let Zoe know he got in just fine and not to worry. Or leave him. Or sell his stuff. You know, the usual. ] Who'm I gonna piss off by see'n things don't get where they oughta?

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