19th-Summer-514
Markus gaze turned to the sky. Hardly could he believe what he saw. It finally ceased raining! The drops from heaven had pelted the city for days without end and much of the uncobbled roads were more mud than road. The harbour had been halfway washed away and the knight could only imagine what the pass looked like under these circumstances. A mess undoubtedly. S'Essy and he had been lucky to come through the pass before the rain had begun in earnest. The sergeant felt the sun grace his face for the first time in forever. Scattered rays broke the clouds. He was hardly the only one who felt the joy of the rain having ceased. Native Zeltivans looked outside, others let a minor cheer be heard.
The knight had no particular purpose today. Get out of the room he had rented. Find a ship later perhaps that might bring them to Sunberth. But the rain had kept most captains in the harbour until things quieted down. That might be possible now. Assuming the harbour still stood. The lightly armed and armoured knight made his way towards the harbour. Close to the wall there was a less muddy path by virtue of hundreds upon hundreds of feet having stamped and packed the ground tight enough that the ground was only very slippery and did only leave the boots caked in mud. But it did not go higher than the ankles. Markus sloshed through the mud in the direction of the harbour. Hoping he'd find a captain he could discuss the possibilities of travel arrangements.
Easier said than done.
His balance was far from perfect and many times he had to reach out and grab on to a windowstill or a doorframe to keep himself from simply falling over and dirtying his clothes. There had been enough of that the day prior. The knight carried only his blades with him. The smaller one by his right hip, the larger on the left. He had never liked to go unarmed when in the city. Even in Syliras, felt naked without some sort of protective weapon. Another step and Markus felt his balance shift, right heel slide forward. Balance utterly lost as he fell back. Left arm shot out. Managed to grab onto a firm wooden frame of a door. Fingers tried to dig into the wood to secure his grip. With the odd centre of balance shifted to his hand – his fall was stopped. He felt the strain as most of his weight was unevenly distributed to his left arm. There was an accelerated heave of his breath as he tried to recover his senses and pull himself to his feet without slipping once again.
"SHYKE!"