New Territory

When it came to ship travel, Tarmen Frespit had definitely experienced better. He had held back the sea sickness fair enough and the food left much to be desired, but what had truly soured the trip for him was some lord's twerp that was ferried across with them.
The boy could barely hold a line, not even working the whole day while everyone else had to break their backs. Sure it was the probably the first time he had ever worked, but all the more reason to show him what was in store when they landed. Rich blood didn't carry far in frontier towns.
Not only was he coddled, but he cheated. With how much he gained from everyone on board, there had to be some trick he employed. It was good that he hadn't bet all of his coin or he would be all but broke himself. As pissed as Tarmen was though, it was still something to respect, especially since the boy hadn't been caught.
He still wouldn't mind a few minutes alone with the brat though.

Walking off of the ship with the rest of the sellswords brought a moment of nostalgia for Tarmen. If he didn't know where he was, he could swear for a moment the ship had landed at any of the small ports that dotted the Old World. The same buildings fighting for space, the same soldiers making their rounds, though here they seemed more rugged, not like the polished boys and cobblestones of the Empire.
Breathing in the air of this 'New World' however, he could smell something foreign about it, something that stuck in his mind like a shiv. Not a specific scent, like the shit of the livestock and the locals that mixed into the mildewed wood or the stench that came from traveling over an ocean, but something that stirred a long lost fear of the unknown.
This new sensation gave him a small rush of excitement.
Serving under the Empire wasn't an ideal choice, he would rather steal from them instead, but there was no other way to reach Arcadia and he needed this. Besides, why not steal from them here?
He wasn't told of any special job he would need to perform here, but he knew what he was going to be doing. He would need to find whoever ran the show here and offer himself as a scout or maybe a huntsman. Anything to have an excuse to leave whenever he wanted.