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Alliria
The Lotus
It was the same story, over and over. The sun came up, the sun went down. The sky was blue, unless the clouds turned it gray. The In Irons came to port? Inevitably, the fog rolled in with it like an ephemeral tide, pushing the colossal, barnacle covered hulk into port on fetid crypt air.
Rarely did Brandar venture too far into Alliria. While he wasn't necessarily unwelcome, he knew he'd never actually be welcome. No port was dumb enough to turn away the mortal champion of Kiva, but they also weren't dumb enough to leave him unattended.
He probably had at least one tail behind him, and his men were likely being monitored for the slightest infraction.
That was his price to pay, and they all bore that burden without complaint. Being watched meant you were being left alone. Being left alone was often good. Though, that was the exact reason he'd decided to venture out of his usual haunts and head into the more upscale areas of the great city.
Word had filtered through to him - by his dark elf vanguard leader - of a rather nice brothel deeper into the city. That word was why he pushed open the door of the Lotus, immediately drawing a look of revulsion from a nearby guard. Besides the cutlass on his hip, and the rich purple of his captain's coat, he knew he looked like month old, chewed dog meat.
He cracked a smile that caused the guard to recoil with a crinkling of his nose, as though he could smell the ugly, and he stepped into a room that could be a tavern anywhere with the coin on hand to gild a familiar backdrop into a luxuriously deceptive cage.
Most of the men loitering about averted their eyes from fear, most of the women out of the hope he wouldn't catch their eye. He recognized at least one fellow pirate here, and gave them a shallow nod of greeting as he made his way towards their bar - he was told watered wine was what was on offer, and sure enough, a glass of something red was set in front of him by a young girl who was obviously a servant and not a courtesan.
"Thank you." He rasps, in a voice like a saw through rotted wood. "Don't worry," he adds, grinning, "my humor isn't quite as unpleasant as my smile." Pulling a gold coin from his pouch, he set it on the counter for her to take. She likely couldn't keep it, but it would establish that he did have the coin to be here.
Not that anyone would walk through the door without it. Not in Alliria. Not this far into town. The girl averted her gaze and went to see to refilling the glass of a man with a blonde on his lap, no doubt negotiating a price with her at the moment. It was quiet here, and the girls were undoubtedly pleasant to look at.
A shame one of them would be subjected to him.
The Lotus
It was the same story, over and over. The sun came up, the sun went down. The sky was blue, unless the clouds turned it gray. The In Irons came to port? Inevitably, the fog rolled in with it like an ephemeral tide, pushing the colossal, barnacle covered hulk into port on fetid crypt air.
Rarely did Brandar venture too far into Alliria. While he wasn't necessarily unwelcome, he knew he'd never actually be welcome. No port was dumb enough to turn away the mortal champion of Kiva, but they also weren't dumb enough to leave him unattended.
He probably had at least one tail behind him, and his men were likely being monitored for the slightest infraction.
That was his price to pay, and they all bore that burden without complaint. Being watched meant you were being left alone. Being left alone was often good. Though, that was the exact reason he'd decided to venture out of his usual haunts and head into the more upscale areas of the great city.
Word had filtered through to him - by his dark elf vanguard leader - of a rather nice brothel deeper into the city. That word was why he pushed open the door of the Lotus, immediately drawing a look of revulsion from a nearby guard. Besides the cutlass on his hip, and the rich purple of his captain's coat, he knew he looked like month old, chewed dog meat.
He cracked a smile that caused the guard to recoil with a crinkling of his nose, as though he could smell the ugly, and he stepped into a room that could be a tavern anywhere with the coin on hand to gild a familiar backdrop into a luxuriously deceptive cage.
Most of the men loitering about averted their eyes from fear, most of the women out of the hope he wouldn't catch their eye. He recognized at least one fellow pirate here, and gave them a shallow nod of greeting as he made his way towards their bar - he was told watered wine was what was on offer, and sure enough, a glass of something red was set in front of him by a young girl who was obviously a servant and not a courtesan.
"Thank you." He rasps, in a voice like a saw through rotted wood. "Don't worry," he adds, grinning, "my humor isn't quite as unpleasant as my smile." Pulling a gold coin from his pouch, he set it on the counter for her to take. She likely couldn't keep it, but it would establish that he did have the coin to be here.
Not that anyone would walk through the door without it. Not in Alliria. Not this far into town. The girl averted her gaze and went to see to refilling the glass of a man with a blonde on his lap, no doubt negotiating a price with her at the moment. It was quiet here, and the girls were undoubtedly pleasant to look at.
A shame one of them would be subjected to him.