Shenanigans at the Wharf

"Eli, I've a job for you," twining his hands on top of his head, a grin curved above a gap in a chipped tooth smile, Tyn hocked a loogie at Eli's feet, "Interested?"

Stepping aside, Eli dug the toe of his shoe, several sizes too big for his foot, in the moist sand, and his voice feigning disinterest, "Depends, Tyn, " Eli raised an eyebrow, "You involved?"

Tyn's ruddy complexion, pocked marked with scars from a battle of 'blister fever', sputtered, "I'm the one offering, yeah? Got a problem with that?"

"Yes," Eli responded, "I do. Have you forgotten the last 'job' you brought me in on," he paused, "I was dodging 'cuffs for a month."

"The payout was nothin to sniffle at if I remember right," Tyn crossed his arms with a smug lick of his lips, "You didn't seem to complain when I handed over a pouch of clink."

Shaking his head, Eli frowned, "Half the 'clink' was worthless slag, and was a waste of my time. I had to call in several favors to stay out of sight."

Shrugging his shoulders, Tyn replied, "Don't blame me for your incompetence. That was a sweet deal, Eli; a gift."

"Some gift, Tyn. I don't want any part of your generosity. Go ask Pria, or has she wizened up to your shenanigans, too." Shifting away from Tyn, Eli turned his attention to a ship docking in the Bay of Drowning Luck.