21st of Summer, AV 514
West Street
Pulren stood outside the Boot Boutique, having spent a good bell inside being fitted for a new pair of high boots. They felt good on his feet, his toes wiggling about in them. He had worn the same ratty pair for so long that the shop didn't want to use them for scrap, even. It was fairly embarrassing, which would probably make for the theme of the day. Having no other clothes than the fishing rags he had worn to their last threads, the Zeltivan had decided to spend some of the money he had been saving on a fresh outfit and some other items before beginning his adventure to Sunberth.
The denizens and shopkeepers of West Street could tell that he was just a Wave Guard with some extra money, not meant for their regular fare. He knew though that they all eventually needed to take a ship and they didn't want to be accosted by the Kelp Bar crowd, so as paltry as his station was, it afforded him at least common civility. He wasn't really on duty, having no trident or shield in hands, but his simple wave pin remained affixed on his blue tunic. Not wanting to wear the swab trash rags he had, he had chosen his moderate uniform until new clothes could be had.
As Pulren walked hesitantly among the many shops, something caught his eye. The long and striking crimson tresses of a young girl. Her own clothing seemed to fit the people of West Street, but there was some other quality about her that did not make her seem like one of their number. She actually made the West Street people look shabby, in his own opinion. He found her attractive, but it was something else that had caught him and he couldn't put his finger on it. One thing was for sure, she probably had a better clue about fashion than he did, so swallowing a small bit of anxiety, he approached her.
"Hey there. You don't look like you are from here. Are you visiting the city?"He immediately caught himself and chuckled, shaking his head at his own line. He had heard it before from the callers of Loveless and now he was saying it to someone who would never step foot into a place like that. "Sorry. I was just caught by some quality of yours. Anyway, my name is Pulren Marsh. Do you think you could help me with some shopping? I don't have a clue what I'm doing and they probably know it." His hand extended out in friendship.
West Street
Pulren stood outside the Boot Boutique, having spent a good bell inside being fitted for a new pair of high boots. They felt good on his feet, his toes wiggling about in them. He had worn the same ratty pair for so long that the shop didn't want to use them for scrap, even. It was fairly embarrassing, which would probably make for the theme of the day. Having no other clothes than the fishing rags he had worn to their last threads, the Zeltivan had decided to spend some of the money he had been saving on a fresh outfit and some other items before beginning his adventure to Sunberth.
The denizens and shopkeepers of West Street could tell that he was just a Wave Guard with some extra money, not meant for their regular fare. He knew though that they all eventually needed to take a ship and they didn't want to be accosted by the Kelp Bar crowd, so as paltry as his station was, it afforded him at least common civility. He wasn't really on duty, having no trident or shield in hands, but his simple wave pin remained affixed on his blue tunic. Not wanting to wear the swab trash rags he had, he had chosen his moderate uniform until new clothes could be had.
As Pulren walked hesitantly among the many shops, something caught his eye. The long and striking crimson tresses of a young girl. Her own clothing seemed to fit the people of West Street, but there was some other quality about her that did not make her seem like one of their number. She actually made the West Street people look shabby, in his own opinion. He found her attractive, but it was something else that had caught him and he couldn't put his finger on it. One thing was for sure, she probably had a better clue about fashion than he did, so swallowing a small bit of anxiety, he approached her.
"Hey there. You don't look like you are from here. Are you visiting the city?"He immediately caught himself and chuckled, shaking his head at his own line. He had heard it before from the callers of Loveless and now he was saying it to someone who would never step foot into a place like that. "Sorry. I was just caught by some quality of yours. Anyway, my name is Pulren Marsh. Do you think you could help me with some shopping? I don't have a clue what I'm doing and they probably know it." His hand extended out in friendship.