Sigil: The City of Doors

"I dunno."

He grinned as he took the human's hand.

Apparently this guy didn't spit into his palm to seal the deal? Humans could be strange, but Ikkit figured a deal was a deal.

"Kinda used to it, an' not sure what I'd replace it with, but sure'n all..."

"Any time from 4 before peak till about 6 after peak. I'll go ahead and start searching for a candidate for you in the meantime." He extends his hands to you in earnest. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do, Ikkit. Maybe we can drop that 'bastard' monocle by the end of the year."

Ikkit thought about his pile of savings... but what was he saving it for, if not for this?

"Deal. I c'n have th' 'nitial coin here... what's a good time tomorrow?"

"Oh, you have a Guvner backing you? Very nice." He grabs a piece of paper and a quill to jot this down. "50 gold to start. If who I get is a fit for you, you hire them for a agreed upon salary. After that, I take 5% of that agreed salary from you for a year. As in, you pay me 5% of the agreed upon amount; I don't take it from their salary. If you terminate them, that ends the payment."

"If y'would. There's a Guvner writing some letters of introduction, but she's a bit... abrupt, an'a bit posh. Got a Dustman lady who's wishing the best, but might not be the best fit. What kinda fees would we be lookin' at?"

"Sounds like you need to do; bring on someone who knows how to deal with people. Ideas people tend to be best behind the scenes. Just make sure it's someone you trust, but wouldn't recommend a friend. Friendship...tends to sour in buisness. Best to keep them on the sidelines and ask for help on occasion."

He shrugs. "I can see if there a few people on my lists who can fit the part, if you would like. Standard fees would occur, of course."

"I was thinkin'a approaching anyone I see at it and bringin' the idea up.... but the Cage is awful damned big, I'm sure I don't need t'tell you. I'm also gonna shop the idea to some high-ups, get the legal permissions, an' see it generates 'nough buzz t'get a turnout. "

He nodded to Tensar.

"An' anyone y'steer my way will get the chant, too. But I was thinkin' maybe postin' some bills- if they end up in the trash, so much the better, they'll reach the ones I wanna see."

He shrugged.

"But I ain't much of a leader, hells, half th' time I gotta bite people so they don't step on me, let 'lone listen to me. But I reckon a big enough job, with a big enough payout, might be more convincin'n I'd ever be. Big jobs need many hands. And we organize, we c'n stop fightin' over turf, start tryin' t'get better prices for what we salvage, and collect some jink for cleanup work. Th' good bits're there, I- we just gotta get it out."

"Well, that much is true. With every man for themselves, it's going to be hard to get anywhere with it. It's either slim pickings or you get left with what Seamu...Sheamusxan....that Dust Mephit who sells animal parts over in the Market Ward. Suppose you've got no ideas on how to get them organized, then and under one flag, then?"

Ikkit extended his own hand to shake Tensar's. The goblin seemed to visibly relax.

"Ikkit. Most folks 'round the Cage call me Ikkit the Bastard, mostly on account o' my not lettin' disrespect slide. I'm... just gettin' it started, mind. Salvagers ain't organized in Sigil, an we've spent years seein' each other as competition."

The old redheaded man nods his head, giving you a once over before thinking it over.. "How could I not, my good man? A decent job and honest wages, not to mention cleaning up the mess around the rivers and improve the area?"

He immediately comes across the desk and extends his hand. "What's your name, son?"