The coasts of Bilgewater were swarmed by pirates and gang members, much like Zaun's but with the involvement of pirates and bounty hunters and less orphans and children, whose fates in the City-State remain unknown. The sun glared furiously into the sandy, salty land, giving it only the grace of a burning hot day. Trades occurred in the place, trades of illegal goods and stolen merchandise. Some of the trades were of weapons stolen from recognised City-States and armour from it, while some were successful experiments created by dark-hearted scientists.
A building sat near the port that took the ships to and from Ionia, without the government's legal conscience. But why is that needed? The southern provinces of Ionia were not well protected at all compared to its heart. The building looked like a store with a counter in front, but when one would come in and tell the store clerk the words, 'I need to settle a bad debt', they would be directed to jump over the counter and instructed to walk to the back room and up the stairs to a boarded-up chamber with a short, old table with seats, a board of bounties and mercenaries required, and a counter that stood in front of the board. It was aging, the house, clearly, but it was at least not the centre of attention, thanking a police station behind it, ironically. But the building looked like a general goods store for buying rum, freshwater and fish such as grilled salmon and dolphin, what bites and pays the hooks of the struggling fishermen. It took attention away from itself, attention that come from suspicion, but it took the attention of people that would like to have a bite or two.
Inside was held a conversation between a ninja and a man:
"So you need help, eh?" the grizzled, muscular man, whose name was Johans, asked kindly of him. In his voice was the true bounty hunter, born in the heart of Bilgewater and a body that is fit even for the age of 68, "I'd get you some on the 'ouse but them mercs ou'there need payment." he turned and looked at the board, pinning an image of a young, redheaded woman smiling and cuddling a man with a scar on his face, into it "...and I dunno 'ous comin' fer the job." he sighed sharply as he leaned on the counter with his tanned arms, looking the ninja square in the eyes with his patched right eye and good left eye, "So, 'ow much's in the bag? Don't need to be nuff s'long as ye find loot in where you're goin'."
Johans had a good clue that Ruby was in Zaun, but the source was not verified well, but he had connections, one of them being the rival of who kidnapped Ruby, and their intentions were already clear in Li's eyes, and his vision; they wanted to take the attention of a strong, versatil Shinobi that had been abandoned by his own nation, isolated and not well known by it.
"It is all that I have." Li replied as he slammed a sack of gold onto the counter.
Johans pried it open and took a peek. His eyes widened as he dipped his hands into the pile of yellow shine in a burlap sack, "Yeah, this be good, lad." he said in a good tone. He leaned closer and grinned at the Shinobi and whispered, "But ye gotta 'ave somethin' fer me if ye wanna return the favour."
"You may take some of the money in the sack. Hopefully it is enough to pay for five people, and an additonal sixth-- you."
((People in this Role-Play:
Ahn Leng Sung (Removed due to extended absence)
Mint (Removed due to extended absence)
My usual ninja self
Alter me (Dynamic NPC RP)
Girl me #2 (Gabriella Svana)
Unnamed character(?) (TheShadowOfChaos) ))