Gauwyn had pulled out parchment and ink and sketched out the lines of the five acres he'd been granted, with the details on the river currents and sandbars, as well as beginning a list of supplies and resources he would need. He paused as Mirielle Merlon approached, and he gave half a bow, as...
Gauwyn just nodded and leaned on his staff to rest his bad leg while his eyes darted around the area, taking in the others who were in line or speaking with the other representatives. It was a bustling place and he appreciated the spirit that was being demonstrated here. It might take a while...
Gauwyn nodded and grinned back, "Excellent. I am glad to hear that. And understandable to not speak for the Amir. I would not speak for any of the Sea-Princes, even though I am kin to several."
He leaned forward over the table and rested his arms on the edge of the table, letting his eyes...
“Less than a week,” Gauwyn grumbled. “It’s been a waxing moon lately. That’ll shift the sandbars and the water flow...” He paused and ran a hand along his chin, considering. “But not enough without excessive rainfall to add enough to shift its shape.”
He leaned over the table and ran his hand...
Gauwyn stomped slowly into the hall, leaning on his staff as his eyes scouted across the hall. It was a bustling place, to be sure, and it gave him a chance to assess the folks who would be forming a community. Decent folks, as far as he could tell.
He waited in line and leaned on the staff to...
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