Summer 40th of 513 AV Alric stood off the ship and onto the docks with a broad smile on his face. He had enjoyed his stay on the Emerald Eye a ship that made its money on passengers. But if truth be told he enjoyed the site of the Alvadas walls more. He had been gone a long time, a year truly. Though he felt it had only been a Season ago. Of course, that was mainly due to his accident. He briefly wondered what kind of terrible thing happened to more offensive oriented wizards when they made a mistake. He let the thoughts go nearly as soon as they came however when a tall dark man with long braided hair came up to him. He was well muscled and wore no shirt or shoes, his name was Marcus, and Alric considered him a friend. "Well, little man, I suppose we aren't going to be sparring any longer. I'll miss beating you." Alric smiled and stuck out his hand. "And I shall miss being beat. You are a good man, my friend. May Ionu show you favor." Marcus grabbed the hand, and then pulled Alric into a crushing hug. "And may Laviku bless you on your future journeys." Alric smiled and thanked him before leaving the man behind. Marcus was the kind of person he would like to come across again. But no matter how much he enjoyed his trips at sea, and the people he met, he wasn't going to let it stop him from getting home. He walked along the docks with barely concealed excitement, seeing Charodae and Konti among the people who made their homes there. He had never paid much attention to them before, but now he seemed to see everything with new eyes. Many a sailor had commented on the beauty of the Konti, and while Alric would have to agree, he thought the Charodae were also quite fetching in their own way. He found he simple enjoyed the odd, different, and exotic. Whether scaled or nose-less, beauty was beauty. He never visited the docks before his departure, but he swore he would do so later. As of now he wanted to visit someplace very special to him. It had been over a year since he had visited the ruins of the Wilmot Manor, and with the death of his father, he felt a need to see it. After that he'd need to visit the Womiyu, see where he stood on his Speaker status. He imagined they would not be happy, though there was little he could do about what had happened. He only hoped they didn't think he had abandoned them. After that, though... He had seen Marcus and several of the crew drinking a potion every other day. It apparently had been a mixture made by a priestess of Rak'keli and kept them from getting sick despite their limited food supply. They had claimed that if you didn't take it every so often you'd contract scurvy. Alric had inquired more about the process and found any marked by a god could theoretically bottle their gift into liquid form. For someone like Alric, who had given up his selfish desires in order to make people happy, it seemed a remarkable skill. Of course, Alvadas was always shifting and changing, so he might not be able to choose which activity came first. With a shrug, Alric strode forward, and toward the city. Hoping that it would remember him, and help him along his way. |