Closed [The Patchwork Port] Departure (Anton)

[Alric Wilmot]

50th of Summer 513 AV Alric took a whiff of the salty sea air, a smile on his face. He had stayed in Alvadas for little over a week, and he was leaving her once again. This time, though, it might be for good. He cast a forlorn look at the city, a haze in the morning fog of the docks. It almost looked normal from where he stood on the wooden platform. He scowled at the thought. Normality was rather boring. That was the last thing he wanted Alvadas to be. Though, living within its walls every day for most of your life tended to blur what was normal and what wasn't. Alric gave a frustrated sigh, upset at his departure, despite desiring to go. He wished he could just travel back in time, to happier days. His father, alive, his friends, alive, and his magic not messing with his head. He was sure now that the Nuzem was hysteria brought on by overgiving. Still, despite knowing that, he still had a great amount of fear regarding the Suvan Sea. Still it helped that the worst he'd ever encountered was a band of pirates. He rubbed his eyes with a red cloth, as blood pooled. The cloth had been yellow, but he had used it so much, that it didn't have a single clean mark left. It had forever been stained by blood. Much like Alric. He turned his gaze away to look for the Crimson Raven the ship that was heading to Syliras this morning. He had booked passage just late last night, and had forgotten to ask where the ship was docked and what it looked like. As such, he was required to look at the the letters on each and every ship. So far, he had had no luck.