1st of Spring, 514 AV
11th Bell
11th Bell
Her entrance into Sunberth wasn't at all glamorous, but then again neither was her way of travel. It had taken almost forty days to complete her journey from Nyka, and she spent majority of that crammed into a corner of the ship the captain should've been ashamed to call living quarters. The world below deck was horribly musty and she swore just about every crevice was filled with newly grown mold. Yet she was no woman born to a luxurious lifestyle. Quite frankly she was just happy to be long gone of that wretched city Uphis partially controlled. The strange events surrounding her capture would haunt her for some time. Until she had found what she was sent here to find and shipped herself right back at least.
Sunberth left its impression the moment the ship finally docked and she left the wretched merchant vessel. It hit her like a pissed off Tskanna, that city's stench. The smell reminded her far too much of the carcasses she had created with her allies over the last few seasons. By the stories travelers had told her in The Rearing Stallion, Kaie couldn't honestly doubt the possibility there really were dead things laying somewhere in the streets. Her bronzed skin crawled at the very notion, and her right hand loomed that much closer to the gladius at her side. Grubby, scruffy faced men wandered the decrepit scene that made up the docks. Some toted heavy boxes of cargo up the ramps of departing ships, others lazily let their dirty feet dangle above the sea. Yet each of them stared at her the same way as she passed.
Myrian.
Savage.
Cannibal.
The young woman set her jaw and kept her gaze straight ahead, amber eyes only glancing about distrustfully every so often. It was strange, that new city. Every where she had been since Taloba was bigger and more glamorous in its own way. Yet this barbarian establishment already seemed like the asshole of their world as far as she could tell. Forgotten. Sickly. Disastrous. And this is where the doomsayers in Nyka bid her to begin her search. It was beginning to be easier to despise them the farther she went from their reach. What was she even doing here? This was not Falyndar, nothing reminiscent to home. It was just another shyke hole to be stuck in too far from where she belonged.
"Hey, you have tavern here?" She asked a graying sailor suddenly, who turning his head to look at her and crossed his arms across his chest. Dull eyes glanced up and down her figure, no doubt taking in the sight of her attire. His cracked lips shifted in disdain, but he answered nonetheless.
"Aye. Drunken Fish. Over there." He extended a blackened finger toward a crummy building down the walkway, his voice disgruntled and monotone. She thanked him with a subtle nod and went on her way in its direction, reminding herself she should probably learn how to read as she entered soon after.
The tavern was dim inside, the patrons just as filthy and sea-legged as the men she encountered at the docks. Majority of them were already wasted, a few slumped so deeply into their chairs Kaie found herself wondering if they were passed out or deceased. Falling back into her own bad habits again, she found herself seated at the counter ordering a strong mug of ale.
Deductions:4 Copper Mizas.