5th, Winter 518AV
The lush green popping up in and around Sunberth were somewhat contrasting to the anarchist city's dreary, foreboding environment, but for hunters like Sinna it was like an omen of good fortune. More greens, more life, more game. Without Morwen's icy touch, lands didn't freeze over and the wildlife were more active, albeit a little confused by the emergence of what felt more like an early spring. Yet, just in case the Winter goddess did decide to make an unlikely reappearance and for his own peace of mind, Sinna had made it a point to stock up as, and not when Winter approached. Usually, that left the first week of the season more open for him, and he'd allow himself a short break to spend more time around his admittedly neglected brother.
However, a recent debt to Baker had the mixed-blood out of the house before Syna rose to reign once more that day, dark oak hair held back in a tight braid and carrying no more than an empty sack and his bow and quiver. Sin didn't owe the man too much, in fact merely a favour to repay, but he absolutely abhorred the idea of another having any sort of hold over him. Debts in a community like Sunberth's were never a good thing, in his opinion. The earlier they were cleared, the better. And with that very mindset, Sin pegged himself a large wild boar. Bound to sell for a hefty sum of gold mizas, but the lucky bastard Baker had the privilege of first pickings. At the very least, there was some comfort to be found in knowing that it hadn't been a stag he had managed to track down instead. There had been a set of hoove marks in the mud trailing a distance away, not too far from the boar's, but the man had forgone a bigger prey in favour of the one that had presented itself right before him. Switching targets might have lost him only more time and a guaranteed successful hunt.
Headed back for civilisation with the sack of Wild boar in tow, Sinna decided against walking further ahead before taking a small ferry to cross the river that dissected Sunberth. A boat ride from the start would be much faster, and save him the effort of having to lug the prize all the way across, he convinced himself, but in truth the hunter found a rather childish joy in stepping aboard a floating vessel. He recalled, at some point in his short-lived childhood, that he would fantasize about commandeering a vessel of his own and sailing for the rest of the world aboard it. Free to travel, free of burdens and responsibilities. A silly childhood fantasy he'd long abandoned.
Circling the riverside, Sin let his eyes wander over his options, piercing steel blues surveying the area in search of a suitable ferry. In the end, he settled on a cheap, rickety old thing that, despite repeated reassurances of its sturdiness, looked as if it might decide to sprout a leak or two mid-journey, which he had only been willing to even consider when the man who owned it offered a decent enough fee. Still, Sin lingered on land just a little longer, a single foot set liggtly atop the edge of the small boat while he eyed a fine Svefran Casinor two boats over.
Sensing his would-be passenger's hesitation and a potential business loss, the boatman quickly offered his own opinion. "What you oglin' at boy? That outsider's pile o' driftwood? Im tellin' you, a ride like that's going to cost more than what I'm giving ya'. She ain't worth yer mizas."
However, a recent debt to Baker had the mixed-blood out of the house before Syna rose to reign once more that day, dark oak hair held back in a tight braid and carrying no more than an empty sack and his bow and quiver. Sin didn't owe the man too much, in fact merely a favour to repay, but he absolutely abhorred the idea of another having any sort of hold over him. Debts in a community like Sunberth's were never a good thing, in his opinion. The earlier they were cleared, the better. And with that very mindset, Sin pegged himself a large wild boar. Bound to sell for a hefty sum of gold mizas, but the lucky bastard Baker had the privilege of first pickings. At the very least, there was some comfort to be found in knowing that it hadn't been a stag he had managed to track down instead. There had been a set of hoove marks in the mud trailing a distance away, not too far from the boar's, but the man had forgone a bigger prey in favour of the one that had presented itself right before him. Switching targets might have lost him only more time and a guaranteed successful hunt.
Headed back for civilisation with the sack of Wild boar in tow, Sinna decided against walking further ahead before taking a small ferry to cross the river that dissected Sunberth. A boat ride from the start would be much faster, and save him the effort of having to lug the prize all the way across, he convinced himself, but in truth the hunter found a rather childish joy in stepping aboard a floating vessel. He recalled, at some point in his short-lived childhood, that he would fantasize about commandeering a vessel of his own and sailing for the rest of the world aboard it. Free to travel, free of burdens and responsibilities. A silly childhood fantasy he'd long abandoned.
Circling the riverside, Sin let his eyes wander over his options, piercing steel blues surveying the area in search of a suitable ferry. In the end, he settled on a cheap, rickety old thing that, despite repeated reassurances of its sturdiness, looked as if it might decide to sprout a leak or two mid-journey, which he had only been willing to even consider when the man who owned it offered a decent enough fee. Still, Sin lingered on land just a little longer, a single foot set liggtly atop the edge of the small boat while he eyed a fine Svefran Casinor two boats over.
Sensing his would-be passenger's hesitation and a potential business loss, the boatman quickly offered his own opinion. "What you oglin' at boy? That outsider's pile o' driftwood? Im tellin' you, a ride like that's going to cost more than what I'm giving ya'. She ain't worth yer mizas."
