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74th Trial of Vhalar, Arc 717
Cool wind slid up over the railings of the rocky ship and slithered across the washed deck like invisible serpents, aiming to wrap around a sea weathered man and tousle his blonde locks as if a mother was teasing her child. Blue eyes turned to stare at the wide horizon of land coming into view as body straightened and heavy, thick rope was hefted up onto muscled shoulders.
Warren wore a stained, cream colored tunic that hung off his body, screaming two sizes too big. His trousers fit almost too comfortably, having no need to wear a belt even though he did for propriety's sake. His feet were clad with special boots made to handle the slick surface of the ship, making him look every bit of a sailor.
He was not, however, as he’d offered his assistance to the captain in exchange for free passage across the Orm’del. He had to get out of Rynmere… Dealing with the nobles and their politics was a life or death game he didn’t want to be wrapped up in. The bounties were becoming overwhelming, almost to a point that he was guaranteed a wage every day. Until one day, a familiar name and sketching of a face stuck out to him.
The sketch was familiar but not exactly right. They didn’t give the curve of her jaw much definition, and her nose was a bit more pointed, but those piercing eyes… they were too striking to forget.
After escaping from the pits and finding shelter in a nearby village, Navyri had taken off some time while Warren slept and recovered. While he’d been made upon the knowledge of her disappearance, he didn’t think much of it. Now, there was money on the woman’s head, and quite a bit too… So here he was.
It didn’t take long for the boat to dock, and when it did, Warren thanked the captain and bid farewell to some of his ship mates.
“What is this place?” A young woman muttered, cloaked and following behind him.
“Etzos, City of Independence, or so they like to think of themselves as…”
“Is it safe?”
Warren paused, halting in his stride to look back at her. The hood of the dark cloak was up, concealing her features and drawing suspicion to her even though she meant the opposite.
“Nowhere is ever safe, Lianna.” Warren reached out and pulled her hood back. “But we’re far from the people who would want to hurt you. Rest easy for a time.”
She nodded and followed after him when he started to move again. “So where to first?”
Looking about for street signs, Warren re-positioned the stuffed bag on his shoulder. “First, we find an Inn. Then we’ll resupply at the bazaar. Hopefully, we get our money’s worth.” He hinted at, aiming a crooked smile at her.
Warren wore a stained, cream colored tunic that hung off his body, screaming two sizes too big. His trousers fit almost too comfortably, having no need to wear a belt even though he did for propriety's sake. His feet were clad with special boots made to handle the slick surface of the ship, making him look every bit of a sailor.
He was not, however, as he’d offered his assistance to the captain in exchange for free passage across the Orm’del. He had to get out of Rynmere… Dealing with the nobles and their politics was a life or death game he didn’t want to be wrapped up in. The bounties were becoming overwhelming, almost to a point that he was guaranteed a wage every day. Until one day, a familiar name and sketching of a face stuck out to him.
The sketch was familiar but not exactly right. They didn’t give the curve of her jaw much definition, and her nose was a bit more pointed, but those piercing eyes… they were too striking to forget.
After escaping from the pits and finding shelter in a nearby village, Navyri had taken off some time while Warren slept and recovered. While he’d been made upon the knowledge of her disappearance, he didn’t think much of it. Now, there was money on the woman’s head, and quite a bit too… So here he was.
It didn’t take long for the boat to dock, and when it did, Warren thanked the captain and bid farewell to some of his ship mates.
“What is this place?” A young woman muttered, cloaked and following behind him.
“Etzos, City of Independence, or so they like to think of themselves as…”
“Is it safe?”
Warren paused, halting in his stride to look back at her. The hood of the dark cloak was up, concealing her features and drawing suspicion to her even though she meant the opposite.
“Nowhere is ever safe, Lianna.” Warren reached out and pulled her hood back. “But we’re far from the people who would want to hurt you. Rest easy for a time.”
She nodded and followed after him when he started to move again. “So where to first?”
Looking about for street signs, Warren re-positioned the stuffed bag on his shoulder. “First, we find an Inn. Then we’ll resupply at the bazaar. Hopefully, we get our money’s worth.” He hinted at, aiming a crooked smile at her.