20th Winter 517AV
Garland had met Randal several days before, it seemed that even though Syka is in uncharted and dangerous land, guards and warriors aren't in great demand, but carpenters and worksmiths are.
The town's buildings were well made and there were quite a lot for considering how old the town was from what Garland knows.
This was vastly different to Syliras in every way, the sound of rowdy people on the road, hawking and hauling their wares was replaced by the sound of waves at the beach and the sound of hammers nailing nails for the several buildings being built and raised up.
The smell of sweat and grime and pollution from the city was replaced by the smell of the ocean, not like the salty, fishy smell of the docks back home but fresh air mixed with the salt water. This was refreshing, but there was no place like home, and Garland was feeling a bit homesick.
Garland had a mission, a stupid mission considering he was just one man, but he was sent to Syka, a strange and unexplored land, to establish a foothold in Falyndar region of the world.
Garland thought that instead of expanding they should make sure their neighbors that worship the dark god, Rhysol, wasn't up to something or at least had more defenses in place, the only reason why these two weren't at war was because the wilds between them were too dangerous for large armies to go through, by the time one reaches the other, half of their forces would be dead and the other half killed by the defenders.
Still, he may be a squire, but he was still a soldier, and soldiers follow orders. So Garland was here in Syka, now he actually needed to do what he was sent here to do, as much as he wanted a vacation of him just getting a tan on the beach, he can't do that, at least not yet.
He went over to find Randal, the only founder of this place he knew. The man in question was busy taking a break from his long hard days of building and taking care of animals with a drink while he was busy maintaining some sort of smooth piece of wood.
Garland waved hello to the man and he waved back. "Garman right? What can I do for you?"
"It's Garland, and I was wondering if there was a parcel of land that's still available." Garland asked and sat down beside him.
"Of course, there's plenty of land to go around, but we ain't just giving it to any old bloke off the boat, what are yer plans for it?" Randal asked, it seemed like he was asked this question a lot before.
"Well, I serve the Syliran knights and they ordered me to get some sort of foothold in Falyndar, so probably some sort of compound for when they do pull their heads out of their asses and send me some manpower." Garland said, half-jokingly.
In truth, he was a bit peeved at that he's sent here, a bit like a vacation but not actually a vacation. At least he doesn't have to patrol the city, it was just dull and frankly the worst Garland had to deal with(except for the exploding gate) was a tea thief.
"Haha! You're a funny one, but unless this little compound of yours helps the town in any way, I can't give it to ya." Randal replied before returning his attention to his drink and his strange board thing.
Garland had met Randal several days before, it seemed that even though Syka is in uncharted and dangerous land, guards and warriors aren't in great demand, but carpenters and worksmiths are.
The town's buildings were well made and there were quite a lot for considering how old the town was from what Garland knows.
This was vastly different to Syliras in every way, the sound of rowdy people on the road, hawking and hauling their wares was replaced by the sound of waves at the beach and the sound of hammers nailing nails for the several buildings being built and raised up.
The smell of sweat and grime and pollution from the city was replaced by the smell of the ocean, not like the salty, fishy smell of the docks back home but fresh air mixed with the salt water. This was refreshing, but there was no place like home, and Garland was feeling a bit homesick.
Garland had a mission, a stupid mission considering he was just one man, but he was sent to Syka, a strange and unexplored land, to establish a foothold in Falyndar region of the world.
Garland thought that instead of expanding they should make sure their neighbors that worship the dark god, Rhysol, wasn't up to something or at least had more defenses in place, the only reason why these two weren't at war was because the wilds between them were too dangerous for large armies to go through, by the time one reaches the other, half of their forces would be dead and the other half killed by the defenders.
Still, he may be a squire, but he was still a soldier, and soldiers follow orders. So Garland was here in Syka, now he actually needed to do what he was sent here to do, as much as he wanted a vacation of him just getting a tan on the beach, he can't do that, at least not yet.
He went over to find Randal, the only founder of this place he knew. The man in question was busy taking a break from his long hard days of building and taking care of animals with a drink while he was busy maintaining some sort of smooth piece of wood.
Garland waved hello to the man and he waved back. "Garman right? What can I do for you?"
"It's Garland, and I was wondering if there was a parcel of land that's still available." Garland asked and sat down beside him.
"Of course, there's plenty of land to go around, but we ain't just giving it to any old bloke off the boat, what are yer plans for it?" Randal asked, it seemed like he was asked this question a lot before.
"Well, I serve the Syliran knights and they ordered me to get some sort of foothold in Falyndar, so probably some sort of compound for when they do pull their heads out of their asses and send me some manpower." Garland said, half-jokingly.
In truth, he was a bit peeved at that he's sent here, a bit like a vacation but not actually a vacation. At least he doesn't have to patrol the city, it was just dull and frankly the worst Garland had to deal with(except for the exploding gate) was a tea thief.
"Haha! You're a funny one, but unless this little compound of yours helps the town in any way, I can't give it to ya." Randal replied before returning his attention to his drink and his strange board thing.