13th of Fall, 416AV
The early noon had Gale walking into town, bow strung across his bare chest and a cap on his quiver; to keep the guards at ease. He enjoyed the smell of the docks as they drew nearer. If not for the crowded street, he might have run the distance. It was going to be a pleasant day, he was sure of it.
Once or twice, he excused himself for bumping into another person. Some were polite in return, others were a bit more grumpy. Once or twice, he thought he might have been struck if not for the intimidating longbow across his broad chest. He may not be a violent man, but that did not mean he did not look intimidating to the right person.
He turned left onto the main road through the Old Quarter. He did not quite like this part of the city, what with its political higher-ups always looking down on people. He knew not all who were from Old Quarter were bad, but he had his fair share of unsavory encounters with the snobbish types. It was still not nearly as bad as the Ancient Quarter.
The Sailor's Quarter was a bit easier of a trip. His pace slowed and his eyes wandered. He hoped to see his mother out and about today, or maybe his sisters. No such luck. No doubt by this time they would already be out on the waves with their own crews. Life of a Konti in Zeltiva, he guessed. Every ship wants one.
His pace picked back up at East Street. He did not hustle like some might. Gale knew there were some downtrodden people in this part of town, and that being fast only made you a fast target. Being slow made you easy, made you seem care free... made you seem less protective.
Gale came to a dead stop... His jaw shifts as thoughts enter and ideas brew. He did have a pocket full of Mizas. He could easily have himself a merry old time. His murky blue gaze had fallen on a woman outside of a building: The Touchy Subject. He had been in once or twice... only to view the wares.
Sigh. Not today. Wrong kind of fish. And so he moved on... His end destination was the dock. He figured few fishermen would be over here, so no one would mind him trying out a few new "fishing" arrows. Fish fillet sounded much better than another burnt rabbit stew right about now.
Once or twice, he excused himself for bumping into another person. Some were polite in return, others were a bit more grumpy. Once or twice, he thought he might have been struck if not for the intimidating longbow across his broad chest. He may not be a violent man, but that did not mean he did not look intimidating to the right person.
He turned left onto the main road through the Old Quarter. He did not quite like this part of the city, what with its political higher-ups always looking down on people. He knew not all who were from Old Quarter were bad, but he had his fair share of unsavory encounters with the snobbish types. It was still not nearly as bad as the Ancient Quarter.
The Sailor's Quarter was a bit easier of a trip. His pace slowed and his eyes wandered. He hoped to see his mother out and about today, or maybe his sisters. No such luck. No doubt by this time they would already be out on the waves with their own crews. Life of a Konti in Zeltiva, he guessed. Every ship wants one.
His pace picked back up at East Street. He did not hustle like some might. Gale knew there were some downtrodden people in this part of town, and that being fast only made you a fast target. Being slow made you easy, made you seem care free... made you seem less protective.
Gale came to a dead stop... His jaw shifts as thoughts enter and ideas brew. He did have a pocket full of Mizas. He could easily have himself a merry old time. His murky blue gaze had fallen on a woman outside of a building: The Touchy Subject. He had been in once or twice... only to view the wares.
Sigh. Not today. Wrong kind of fish. And so he moved on... His end destination was the dock. He figured few fishermen would be over here, so no one would mind him trying out a few new "fishing" arrows. Fish fillet sounded much better than another burnt rabbit stew right about now.
