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He continues his walk along the path. Being in the docks wasn't a usual spot he made his runs in, but seeing as no one took the job to deliver a small package to one of the fisherman and he had plenty of time today, the orc decided he might pay the fellow place a visit for once. Could get some seafood here for as well. Looking about however, the orc didn't see the hulking figure heading towards his direction until he pans his head forward, though he's too late to react and bumps whomever was in front of him rather harshly.

The bump managed to stagger Boris back a bit and before he knows it, he's already on the ground with a thud. "Wh-Wha?--"

Abraxus stood there, unfazed by the orc walking right into him. He had seen it coming and planted his feet so the other being would merely bounce off him. A towering figure, Brax stood nearly a foot taller than the green man and snorted down at him. He was wearing the remnants of his last job; some random bits of leather and platemail with random puncture spots. He had on a long scale metal chest and stomach piece which ran into a leather studded fauld and mismatched legs pieces.

"Watch where you're going," Abraxus thundered in his booming voice. He wasn't particularly annoyed with what had occurred, but he wanted to see if he could get a rise out of the man.

The orc glances up at the voice in front of him. A minotaur. Not something he's not used to seeing, though he's never really had enough of a chat with any of them. Well, not enough to actually get to know one at least.

He brushes the dirt off his leather armor. It's not exactly as intimidating as the other's armor and it's likely provides less defense then the minotaur's, but it seemed quite comfortable and pretty standard for anyone in his profession. "Ah, my apologize." He nods, reaching another hand for the dropped package. The orc is actually a patient one; patient to an extent. And he simply assumes this was his own mistake.

"Are you alright?"

Brax snorted again, causing the ring through his nose to move. "Fine, just watch it." He stepped aside and would have kept walking until he saw the package. He paused and gestured with his face at the thing. "You a courier?" He figured a man in the courier business would know where to find work around here.

Boris stands up, putting the package under his arm. He's not sure why he felt a bit bothered that the other didn't help him up but then again, the orc was thinking too much about this. Nodding once more, "Yes, indeed I am." He raises an eyebrow at him. "Why are you asking? Are you one as well?" He tilts his head and for a moment, he squints at him.

It's not a common situation but other couriers steal from other courier's deliveries to get themselves a quick buck. They can be easily report, though there are a few that have gotten away with it. And Boris much rather not go through to that all together.

The minotaur erupted into laughter. It was loud and resounding. "No, I am no mere errand boy." That may have come across rudely, but the beast was not interested in being kind. He wanted information and Boris had it.

"I'm new to these docks and I want to find work. Do you know where I can find it?"

Errand boy.

The word resounds in his head. The minotaur earns himself a low scoff from the orc and another squint, but Boris tries to change his expression quickly. "If you wish, there might be a few boards nearby with jobs available. However, judging by... Overall appearance, I would assume you're looking for more then just simple tasks."

Brax gave the orc a little grin. His words had hit a nerve, it seemed. "Would you show me to the boards, courier?" He looked around him and tried to calculate what race mostly occupied this dock. He was hoping that common was the language of choice, otherwise he might have some difficulty navigating his way around.

"Fine." He couldn't help but frown a bit at the little condescending smile the minotaur gave him.

He leads the man to board walk, nearing the docks where the ships a stationed. Though a variety of races populate this area, lucky for Abrax, there are enough of minotaurs around that speak his native tongue.

"What's your name?" Boris suddenly asks as he leads him towards the board, which seems only a few feet away.

"Abraxus," he answered tersely. His large bovine eyes snapped right to the board when it came into view. He sidled up to it and squinted to read some of the smaller posts. "You live around here?" He rifled through a few more of them before turning to Boris for his answer.

"No." The orc responds. "I am a courier, or much like you said, an errand boy. This is just one of my stops" He stares at the other, who is preoccupied with reading the available jobs. "And I assume you're not from around either, mm?"

The orc was still on the errand boy comment and Abraxus raised a brow. Didn't let things go easily, did he? He was hoping Boris would have been familiar with the place in case he needed further direction, but alas he was not.

"I am not from here, just got off a boat from a job. Looking to get right back into the next one."

He wasn't gonna let it go. Well, at least not for now. There are moments when Boris is mature and comments don't seem to faze him. But then there are times when he's simply the most immature man in the world. And the slightest rude comment would get the most childish response out of him.

He rubs his chin a bit. "Well, how long are you gonna be here then? If you're wondering about for jobs, I'm sure there might be a guild here that might provide you with a bed and some tasks that fit your possible skills." Why he continued to assist to the minotaur is anyone's guess. Suppose even when grumpy at the moment, he's still willing help another.

Brax moved his head to consider the orc. He had a bit of a chip on his shoulder, for sure, but he was willing to help and that appealed to him. "Guilds?" the minotaur asked as if he was unaware of what the word meant.

"Guild. As in a group of mercs that will do job for some pay." The orc stares at him out of curiosity. Boris, unaware that the other actually knew what a guild is, was surprised by the question.

"Ah," he was unfamiliar with the word, but not the meaning. He knew of groups like this back at home, but they had used some other name. Understanding what Boris said now, Brax was intrigued. He rised his shaggy brows as he thought for a moment and then grinned.

"You'll show me where I can find one?"

"Well, it shouldn't be far from here." The orc gestures the other to come with, moving away from the docks and going a bit more into the center of the town. "Now keep an eye out for a sign with an anchor and a sword, alright?" The reason why he remembers this guild in specific is because of their rather humorous name, albeit having a few intimidating members he's had the displeasure in dealing with too.

Brax followed behind him, his steps making a bit of a racket on the planks that made some of the docks. Once they dipped into town, he would look around out of curiosity before being directed to find an actual sign. He was at least a foot taller than most of the people walking around the town which made it easy for him to spot things... but he couldn't find it.

"Do you see it, orc?"

"You may call me Boris," He responds. "Annd, yes, there it is!"

He points at the sign. It seems the sign in particular has a mermaid, though instead of having the bottom half of a fish and the upper half of a woman, she has the body of a woman and the head of a fish. The name of this guild is called the "Racy Temptress". Whoever owns this guild decided it was a good idea to leave the name of a previous brothel as their guild name, only changing the sign of the attractive mermaid to its current one.

"Uhm.. Trust me, it's not what you think. There are actually mercenaries in there." The orc tries to reassure.

He committed the name to memory, as the orc didn't like being called what he was. Thankfully he had found what they were looking for, though. The guild was pointed out to him and he immediately thought it was a joke. Boris assured him it was not, but he couldn't help his skeptical look.

"That... is an interesting story."