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Elbion
Docks District
Portside Street, Outside the Fished Arrow
Early Evening, Clear Skies
Tags: Haldi Aega
Outside the familiar Fished Arrow, stood one Amades brazenly teaching a child to sing in the open air. The arrow was a quaint local tavern that served no seafood whatsoever, to better satisfy sailors who had eaten nothing but fish for weeks or maybe months at a time. The burly Ruhilda and her husband ran the place, and people generally kept to themselves. Not that they were bad-tempered, more that they just wanted some peace from being couped up so long traveling together. That and the Fished Arrow was a port of call for the Veil Order, more on them later.
Today outside something strange was going on. Which let’s face it in Amades's life was par for the course. Yes, today outside three clowns were performing for children, only they were dressed in knitted fish suits. They’d even covered themselves in some slimy goop, though the usual fishy smell was instead faintly reminiscence of longshore raspberries or hashbar mint, he couldn’t decide which. Amades couldn’t quite work out what the gag was either but the group of children loved it. The performers just seemed to run into each other a lot and turn around in circles, sometimes slipping over and flapping their knitted fins about.
Tapping the head of the boy he'd tried to teach, he'd failed of course but the thought was there. The boy tried to sing a more child-friendly version of a sea shanty about too many cats on a ship. Maybe they were orphans, maybe from the university or just educated by volunteers here. Amades didn’t stay in any one place overly long traditionally speaking, not long enough to get to know its details at any rate. Elbion though was a nice port town to come to. With the university here there were more than a few mysteries to solve and track the whereabouts of, so he had plenty of business in his investigatory role.
Dressed in brown tunic, brown boots and a grey undergarment; with his traditional old coin on a piece of string around his neck and small traveling pack on his back; there were swords and a sword catcher somewhere on his person, as well as a small buckler shield on his arm. His look wasn’t as wild as it sometimes was, blonde braided hair still threatened to break out on its own, and a few rings here and there were around his fingers, but he’d cleaned up good or so he told himself.
Watching ships come in might seem a strange pastime for a sailor, but each ship was a new story and the wanderlust within him was longing to know each one. “Evening ‘Mades” someone entering the fished arrow tipped an imaginary hat that wasn’t there, and Amades did the same. He was waiting for his contact, with a new job and a quest, one more journey to add to the book. Thinking of books, where was Tadarie with the journal?
Elbion
Docks District
Portside Street, Outside the Fished Arrow
Early Evening, Clear Skies
Tags: Haldi Aega
Outside the familiar Fished Arrow, stood one Amades brazenly teaching a child to sing in the open air. The arrow was a quaint local tavern that served no seafood whatsoever, to better satisfy sailors who had eaten nothing but fish for weeks or maybe months at a time. The burly Ruhilda and her husband ran the place, and people generally kept to themselves. Not that they were bad-tempered, more that they just wanted some peace from being couped up so long traveling together. That and the Fished Arrow was a port of call for the Veil Order, more on them later.
Today outside something strange was going on. Which let’s face it in Amades's life was par for the course. Yes, today outside three clowns were performing for children, only they were dressed in knitted fish suits. They’d even covered themselves in some slimy goop, though the usual fishy smell was instead faintly reminiscence of longshore raspberries or hashbar mint, he couldn’t decide which. Amades couldn’t quite work out what the gag was either but the group of children loved it. The performers just seemed to run into each other a lot and turn around in circles, sometimes slipping over and flapping their knitted fins about.
Tapping the head of the boy he'd tried to teach, he'd failed of course but the thought was there. The boy tried to sing a more child-friendly version of a sea shanty about too many cats on a ship. Maybe they were orphans, maybe from the university or just educated by volunteers here. Amades didn’t stay in any one place overly long traditionally speaking, not long enough to get to know its details at any rate. Elbion though was a nice port town to come to. With the university here there were more than a few mysteries to solve and track the whereabouts of, so he had plenty of business in his investigatory role.
Dressed in brown tunic, brown boots and a grey undergarment; with his traditional old coin on a piece of string around his neck and small traveling pack on his back; there were swords and a sword catcher somewhere on his person, as well as a small buckler shield on his arm. His look wasn’t as wild as it sometimes was, blonde braided hair still threatened to break out on its own, and a few rings here and there were around his fingers, but he’d cleaned up good or so he told himself.
Watching ships come in might seem a strange pastime for a sailor, but each ship was a new story and the wanderlust within him was longing to know each one. “Evening ‘Mades” someone entering the fished arrow tipped an imaginary hat that wasn’t there, and Amades did the same. He was waiting for his contact, with a new job and a quest, one more journey to add to the book. Thinking of books, where was Tadarie with the journal?
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