"Silence Reigns . . ."
Ymiden 39, 718
Scalvoris Town
Scalvoris Town
News had reached Almund that a interim meeting had been called in Scalvoris Town. By extension, it had reached my ears as well. The Council were addressing the concerns of the citizens that had been polled earlier in the season across the island. I only needed to look around to pinpoint what those concerns were in my home town, but I hadn't yet gotten a foothold anywhere else on the island, so I was blind to much of what happened in these places. I hoped by attending this meeting that some of my gaps in understanding would be filled. Only the council were allowed to talk, of course.
Fine by me.
I had arrived in the city the night before, finding passage on one of the many coastal cruisers that moved between Almund and it, and sought a place to rest. Perhaps while I was there I'd stumble across a bit of fun while I was there. Fun being acquiring a bit of information I didn't know when the day began, not whatever constituted enjoyment for other men. Alcohol. Gambling. Women. I knew I couldn't outright judge an entire gender with a few blanket buzzwords; there were always the exceptions. Still, the stereotypes had an origin based in some perceived truth, so I settled on a place that sought to oblige them all.
The Four in Hand was packed. I weaved through the crowd hovering around the bar, a pint of beer in hand, headed in the direction of the casino. It was a weak brew, but I bought it because I knew it helped to blend in. No one cast a second glance to man who looked like them. Granted, I had to duck through the doorway because of my height, but that couldn't be helped.
I made my way to the edge of the room, sipping at the drink in my hand. I didn't particularly want to gamble, if I could help it, but I kept my eyes open for anyone who stood out. Gamblers were a special breed, the kind that peaked my interest.
Perhaps in this room of gold I would find a gem.
Fine by me.
I had arrived in the city the night before, finding passage on one of the many coastal cruisers that moved between Almund and it, and sought a place to rest. Perhaps while I was there I'd stumble across a bit of fun while I was there. Fun being acquiring a bit of information I didn't know when the day began, not whatever constituted enjoyment for other men. Alcohol. Gambling. Women. I knew I couldn't outright judge an entire gender with a few blanket buzzwords; there were always the exceptions. Still, the stereotypes had an origin based in some perceived truth, so I settled on a place that sought to oblige them all.
The Four in Hand was packed. I weaved through the crowd hovering around the bar, a pint of beer in hand, headed in the direction of the casino. It was a weak brew, but I bought it because I knew it helped to blend in. No one cast a second glance to man who looked like them. Granted, I had to duck through the doorway because of my height, but that couldn't be helped.
I made my way to the edge of the room, sipping at the drink in my hand. I didn't particularly want to gamble, if I could help it, but I kept my eyes open for anyone who stood out. Gamblers were a special breed, the kind that peaked my interest.
Perhaps in this room of gold I would find a gem.