12th Winter, 511AV
Talal wandered along the jetty, eyeing the items that merchants had for sale. Several spotted Talal's jewel-encrusted axe bound to his waist and ran up, asking how much money he wanted it for but he just waved them off. One actually attempted to pry the axe away from Talal, but he just turned around shoved him away and watched as he toppled off the jetty and into the sea. A few people rushed over and watched the man thrash about in the water, helpless. Finally, one passer-by dived in and pulled him up to shore.
For the rest of the morning, nobody bothered him. One reason was because of the incident on the jetty and because his pod, the Waveraiders, were known throughout the East Syliran coast for their raids on merchant ships.
As the day entered late-afternoon, the sky became a greyish colour. The sun still shone onto Zeltiva, but it was lower. Talal watched as more ships docked to avoid the storm that was forcasted for tonight. Then, as the last few ships came into the port, one barged into his ship. The rage built up inside him as he took out his axe and headed over, seething with anger as he yelled, "Who do you think you are?! Hitting my ship like that?!"