Cyrus had been putting this off for some time now. Why...he wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps it was because the Revolution was taking so long with preparing his ship. Then again, it wasn't like he could man those ships without this crew he had been given so...really he had no excuse. As Cyrus walked the streets of Mock Town for what felt like the hunndreth time, he thought about his adventures on this island. He had met and befriended Junbei Von Echo, an up and coming pirate and wonderful musician to be sure. He had met with a former Marine and formed a shady and arguably an alliance, albeit a shaky and loose one. Cyrus was still unsure of Asher Kringle, the man wanted into the Revolution but to what ends Cyrus was unsure and cautious. Regardless, both these men had left Jaya sometime ago and that left just Cyrus alone to tidy up some loose ends.
Passing by the newly constructed inn where Cyrus first met Junbei, he contemplated stepping in for a drink and to see how the reconstruction was going. The fire that had started had wreaked havoc on the wood building, but luckily no one had been injured. Deciding to stay focus, Cyrus moved on, his cane tapping on the ground with each step. Pulling out a folded slip of paper from his jacket pocket, Cyrus scanned the mugshot sketch of the man he was meant to be meeting. A shipwright by the name of Grey. Apparently he had been a low level Revolutionary for some time but showed promise and had been assigned to Cyrus once the latter man had attained his new rank of Lieutenant among the army. Looking around the crowded streets of Mock Town, Cyrus scratched the top of his head, confused as to where he should start his search.
Passing by the newly constructed inn where Cyrus first met Junbei, he contemplated stepping in for a drink and to see how the reconstruction was going. The fire that had started had wreaked havoc on the wood building, but luckily no one had been injured. Deciding to stay focus, Cyrus moved on, his cane tapping on the ground with each step. Pulling out a folded slip of paper from his jacket pocket, Cyrus scanned the mugshot sketch of the man he was meant to be meeting. A shipwright by the name of Grey. Apparently he had been a low level Revolutionary for some time but showed promise and had been assigned to Cyrus once the latter man had attained his new rank of Lieutenant among the army. Looking around the crowded streets of Mock Town, Cyrus scratched the top of his head, confused as to where he should start his search.