Sh'Ky Naes
Day 47, Autumn 505
He was seventeen years old. With dark hair that fell down around his ears, ice blue eyes, and a lanky build, he was hardly an imposing figure. One might wonder how he had survived in the Berth this long, but their questions were answered almost immediately as they saw Rastia. With dark black hair, almond skin, and jade eyes, she also bore crisscrossing scars on her chin. Her eyes gave her a slightly crazy/feral look, which deterred most from messing with her. Twin knives adorned her waist, and she wore a tight-fitting leather vest for protection.
Ever since they were ten, Rastia and Sh'Ky had stuck together. They were inseparable. Somehow, they had gotten a hold of a crappy shack in the slums, and lived together since then. Lately, however, Rastia had been taking more risks, robbing from more dangerous people. Sighing, he looked at her with a fond eye. He supposed it came from getting older. Just like he was. Knocking on the front door of some merchant's home, he kept a wide smile plastered on his face. As it opened, a man in a once-colorful, now dull jacket appeared. With a sour grimace on his face, he said, "Yeah? Whaddaya want?"
Even though it was difficult, at the man's grumpy demeanor, Sh'Ky kept smiling. It was necessary to buy Rastia time. Picking up a small, wooden crate, filled with some blackened, molded leaves, made to look like an exotic herb. "Well, sir, I've come to offer you a deal. You're a merchant, and I'd like to sell my wares. Here I have several leaves from the mossy green near Kenash. They are said to have... special properties." Sh'Ky said this with a sly wink. "They... enhance... performance, so to speak. Interested?" The man's eyes gleamed, and he put on a mask of uninterest. As if the product were actually worth anything, but he didn't want Sh'Ky to know he wanted it.
Ever since they were ten, Rastia and Sh'Ky had stuck together. They were inseparable. Somehow, they had gotten a hold of a crappy shack in the slums, and lived together since then. Lately, however, Rastia had been taking more risks, robbing from more dangerous people. Sighing, he looked at her with a fond eye. He supposed it came from getting older. Just like he was. Knocking on the front door of some merchant's home, he kept a wide smile plastered on his face. As it opened, a man in a once-colorful, now dull jacket appeared. With a sour grimace on his face, he said, "Yeah? Whaddaya want?"
Even though it was difficult, at the man's grumpy demeanor, Sh'Ky kept smiling. It was necessary to buy Rastia time. Picking up a small, wooden crate, filled with some blackened, molded leaves, made to look like an exotic herb. "Well, sir, I've come to offer you a deal. You're a merchant, and I'd like to sell my wares. Here I have several leaves from the mossy green near Kenash. They are said to have... special properties." Sh'Ky said this with a sly wink. "They... enhance... performance, so to speak. Interested?" The man's eyes gleamed, and he put on a mask of uninterest. As if the product were actually worth anything, but he didn't want Sh'Ky to know he wanted it.