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Naghi
Bayou Garramarisma - Thule Port
Kellen stood at the prow of the small ship as it crept through the swampy waters and towards the port of Thule.
The small town lay ahead of him, covered in vines and mangrove trees. Lights danced throughout the entire village, and he could hear the raucous singing from where he was. Dozens of ships lay moored within the bay, most of them with limp flags hanging upon their mast.
He glanced between them, identifying half a dozen pirates, a few smugglers, and interestingly enough an Anirian Navy Vessel.
Kellen couldn't help but feel a spike of curiosity, though he quickly realized that he likely wanted nothing to do with an Anirian Vessel moored in a smugglers bay. His head shook slightly, and he glanced back towards his helmsmen. The man was an expert, having visited Thule Port more times than he could count.
The place was a smugglers cove, a favorite of any and every criminal that had business in Alliria but was too hesitant to stay there outright.
No real law existed in Thule, though there was a Crime Lord by the name of Basher that supposedly 'ran' the place. That was who Kellen was here to see, and hopefully make a deal with. As his ship pulled closer though he felt something was...off.
The raucous singing had turned to distant screams, the dancing lights had turned into the sickly scent of fire, and panic had set into the streets.
"Get us moored!" He called out, grabbing his dagger and jumping off the ship and onto the dock.
Kellen was no hero, far from it, but if there was a situation...maybe he could take advantage.
Kellen stood at the prow of the small ship as it crept through the swampy waters and towards the port of Thule.
The small town lay ahead of him, covered in vines and mangrove trees. Lights danced throughout the entire village, and he could hear the raucous singing from where he was. Dozens of ships lay moored within the bay, most of them with limp flags hanging upon their mast.
He glanced between them, identifying half a dozen pirates, a few smugglers, and interestingly enough an Anirian Navy Vessel.
Kellen couldn't help but feel a spike of curiosity, though he quickly realized that he likely wanted nothing to do with an Anirian Vessel moored in a smugglers bay. His head shook slightly, and he glanced back towards his helmsmen. The man was an expert, having visited Thule Port more times than he could count.
The place was a smugglers cove, a favorite of any and every criminal that had business in Alliria but was too hesitant to stay there outright.
No real law existed in Thule, though there was a Crime Lord by the name of Basher that supposedly 'ran' the place. That was who Kellen was here to see, and hopefully make a deal with. As his ship pulled closer though he felt something was...off.
The raucous singing had turned to distant screams, the dancing lights had turned into the sickly scent of fire, and panic had set into the streets.
"Get us moored!" He called out, grabbing his dagger and jumping off the ship and onto the dock.
Kellen was no hero, far from it, but if there was a situation...maybe he could take advantage.