dusk

Alliria Outer City It was quiet, so much so the knocking of his boots against the cobblestone almost echoed through the street. He could hear rustling down this alley, two men speaking outside an establishment, but he could see little more than vague blurrs of light and shadows in the thick of...

The cool air tosses pale, unkept hair as the tall figure crosses over the damp sand. Dusk had come too quickly for Zodiac's liking. It had only been in passing, that he'd heard of this wreck. It was old, weathered and growing barnacles from it's crumbling wooden hull. Dressed in common, loose...