Fall 15, 514 A.V. 14th bell 5th chime
The docks weren’t really Robin’s favourite place in Sunberth, to be fair in a city of scum like this such places to earn the distinction of ‘favorite’ are quite few. The docks were pretty much like the rest of the city’s dangerous areas, different in that it smelled like shyke mixed with salt which truly gave it an unpleasant smell that only a sailor could love. He sighed to himself as he watched the ocean waves move gently about, as if trying to move the entirety of the docks from its place.
He suddenly winced as he felt a jabbing pain in his shoulder, placing a left hand over it ‘ Damn that quack…and damn that shyker who gave me the wound’ He thought bitterly, in truth he hated the quack of a healer more than the foe who stabbed him in the shoulder with a dagger. That quack was a sick petcher to be sure but sadly enough he was one of the bastards who knew his job well, he just hoped he doesn’t get ‘recruited’ into whatever he does with his other patients, petch that would have been another nightmare.
He grunted loudly once more as he felt his shoulder wince again ‘Damn that man to whatever oblivion awaits him in death…Petch I think my wound is open’ Indeed, he could feel the trickling of blood beneath his coat and shirt, some of it trickling down his arm and dripping on the wooden planks beneath him “Shyke, Shyke Shyke” He muttered repeatedly in a low voice, this was not a good situation especially if any of the shykers at the docks decided he was easy pickings. Suddenly he began to move away from the docks, wincing all the way as he lowered his left hand from his shoulder as to not give away his wound to any opportunist bastard.
Still, what would he do?! He didn’t want to go back to that quack doctor again….Shyke…..