Timestamp: 5th of spring 516av
Veer was a ambitious man, not content with his current hold on life as just a meager fisherman. Kenash was his place of birth, the swamps were home, or so he was told yet it never truly felt home to the landed Svefra. The endless abyss of the deep blue Suvan called out to him with the crash of waves that could be heard in the distance from where he was perched, window seating in the Traveler's Complex's pub. His glacier blue eyes would scan past the delta and over the ocean towards the beautiful horizon in the distance. The northern winds would sweep the salt air through the open window, giving the sea-lust sailor a taste of freedom.
He sat in his usual chair, slightly tilting it backwards while both his ornate buckled cavalier boots would rest upon the wooden table beside a empty ale mug. Veer's dark cotton shirt was tucked into his black breaches, half unbutton from the top exposing his chiseled chest. His black dreadlock mane was tamed back with two locks neatly tied back keeping the wild hair from hampering his vision.
Veer puffed on his cigar, his fingers holding the delicacy firm while the plumes of smoke would fog his roguish facial features before being taken by the sea winds of the suvan.
"Darlin! like another?" Said the young waitress that worked the pub. She was a cute number and Veer hadn't resisted her voluptuous curves and vixen appetite. She had been main course and dessert on many occasions, so could been said about many of the women folk of Kanesh. Veer was not enslaved to the bondage of marriage and the disgusting thought of monogamous entrapment.
"thank yer sweetheart, oi loike another ale!" His voice was enriched with a unique ruggedly seductive tone, deep and gravely as if each word spoken could bed intended target with ease of his charm.
Veer wasn't here for the waitress, he was loitering about in this pub, soaking in all the talk and rumors coming from the pub's patrons. Information was just as valuable as coins and in some cases worth much more.