It comes in Pints! 14th Fall, 514AV
The door rattled and slammed, and the black-eyed Shakune slipped into the Drunken Fish. It was her local, and favourite, watering hole. The rough company of sailors suited her brash nature, and they always knew the best jokes. So it was no surprised to Shakune when a few greetings were bellowed out to her, and she raised a hand in response, a smirk on her face. Despite her exotic appearance, years of frequenting the establishment had placed Shakune on the list of the tavern's more regular patrons. She was recognised, welcomed.
She took a seat with two bearded men, both of whom were deep in a heated debate about an unnamed 'her'. Whether or not the discussion was about an actual woman or a ship, Shakune could not say, but she bet it was likely to the latter. Her interest waivered, caught between the men's argument and the countless other, more entertaining, conversations that fluttered about her. A man walking past her seat slapped Shakune hard on the back, and the two shared a grin and a mouthful of curses to each other before he laughed heartily and walked away.
The barefooted steps of a servant caught her attention, and Shakune ordered a pint of ale. It had been a long, dull day, without even the scent of any viable business for the courier. She was restless already, after only one day of having nothing to do. Other workers seemed to enjoy their time away from work, but Shakune hated it. She felt caged by the boredom, and upon the surface of the table her fingers tapped manically, searching for something to entertain the half-breed.
The rattle of the door was a welcome distraction, and her black eyes lifted to the rear wall to see who had entered the tavern.
She took a seat with two bearded men, both of whom were deep in a heated debate about an unnamed 'her'. Whether or not the discussion was about an actual woman or a ship, Shakune could not say, but she bet it was likely to the latter. Her interest waivered, caught between the men's argument and the countless other, more entertaining, conversations that fluttered about her. A man walking past her seat slapped Shakune hard on the back, and the two shared a grin and a mouthful of curses to each other before he laughed heartily and walked away.
The barefooted steps of a servant caught her attention, and Shakune ordered a pint of ale. It had been a long, dull day, without even the scent of any viable business for the courier. She was restless already, after only one day of having nothing to do. Other workers seemed to enjoy their time away from work, but Shakune hated it. She felt caged by the boredom, and upon the surface of the table her fingers tapped manically, searching for something to entertain the half-breed.
The rattle of the door was a welcome distraction, and her black eyes lifted to the rear wall to see who had entered the tavern.