New Moon on the Rise

Logan's bottle reached his table mere seconds after a man joined him at his, while still listening he asked the wench that brought the bottle for a couple of glasses. Then before he could respond to the man before him he took notice of the bottle, and it's label, Captain Bloody Morgan, this brought a smile to his face along with a happy memory of centuries past. Admeral Sir Henry Morgan was a sodding ledgend by the time Logan resorted to piracy. He was nearly hanged for the incident at Panama, aquitted by the crown, knighted, and given an in the newly settled Jamaica he retired from privateering rich, exactly the goal of every pirate and privateer he knew Including Logan himself.

He poured thegolden liquid in to the glasses slid one to his friend, and replied, "Aye, might be that there is a story to be told to the right ears." Logan fished into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin, and laid it on the table, it was a Spanish doubloon, untarnish by salt water. "And that is only the beginning of a much longer tale." he stated nodding a  the coin.

"And I'm no sorcerer or witch if that's what you're getting at." He was  Said watching the dagger spin.  Logan had been in the West Indies about some years before the Salem Witch trials, but he didn't see anything wrong with witchcraft as long we it wasn't used those harm him.  Though sailing and predicting storms came naturally to him there was no reason  to think his intuition was anything more than it was. " You think you can handle it?"

Logan gave the man a wolfish grin. you "If your looking for a sell-sword, or mercenary, you've found your man." he said swiping his gold and pocketing it. "But I aint cheap stranger, or stupid. so let's cut to the chase then." Was he digging his own grave, he only had about 3 days under the new moon, the only true protection from his curse after those three days where up He would have to retreat back to the forest til the nest New Moon, or risk exposure. which was dangerous for more than just himself. so hopefully either this job was short which didn't seem likely or this man had time to wait, or this was a trap designed to capture beasts like himself. if it was the later he wasn't all to sure ho to get out of such a trap once it was sprung.

He gave the man another hard look memorizing his face, smell(without sniffing), and posture, looking for any sort of tell, then he spoke up again, "So, what'll it be stranger. and what's you offer?" he continued watching the man more carefully.

The air got un comfortable for a brief time and the distractions of the tavern where muffled considerably even he heightened senses couldn't quite pierce the magic being used, though he guessed it worked both ways; which was the point. Logan looked at the slip of paper and the address he had never really been farther into the city, seeing as the way ward scoundrel, assassin's, thieves, and knaves, felt more like the surrogate family he had created on his ship before his grand misfortune. The under city was the rotten core of the city, which he felt comfortable in.he never let go of the possibility that he was the target of a trap that might be worked into the fine, invisible ink, print' but he could do with a bit of a distraction. He had gold by the chestful still. buried under his now wrecked ship so he wasn't want for money any time soon, but one could never have to much gold, or what ever passed as currency here. Gold especially Spanish Doubloons left too many questions, but here where thievery was plentiful it wasn't out of place enough to warrant investigation. meaning if he wanted to do bussiness any where else other than the undercity, he'd want local currency.

Logan was no stranger to magically protected chests, in his line of work, which had been a privateer and pirate in the West Indies during the late 17th and early 18th century. Witch craft was being persecuted mush farther north in Salem, but the Sea was relatively safe from the western crusades. so there where plenty that used the magical arts to gain an unfair advantage. Logan had no problems with it really, it was just one more interesting challenge to over come, he use to have bit of an instinct for such things, and there wasd always a mundane alternative to dispelling/disabling such traps which he use to implement often enough. but it had been nearly 20 years since his last 'job,' and this wasn't the open sea So he would have innocents to consider. which meant he had three perfectly days to case the place now maybe a little more since the more the moon showed the more it effected him so he may be able to go a whole week but no longer the closer he got to the full moon the harder it was to concentrate and there was also the chance of him changing and having to control himself around a town filled with wizards that he didn'twant to harm where it would be way too easy for them to kill him as he tried to flee, also he would need a plan. meaning he would need time to case this place inside and out, learning schedules and patterns of movement, the rotation of the guard as it where he hoped he wasn't too rusty. So that left only one question. "Sounds like fun; Tell me, Ethan, do i have a time limit?"