80th Spring, 511AV The Freight Docks Exploration always lead to interesting endeavors. Even if it tended to get him lost. From what he could tell, Rhuryc was at some kind of dock. Huh. Why had he not disembarked here? There was certainly less people. And less interest in him. When the crowd of onlookers had greeted their party he had got the feeling that certain individuals of the female persuasion had been especially noticing of him. While that was in no way a bad thing, it certainly made him uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Nevertheless, he was free now, and walking about without much of an agenda was the most relief he had since arriving in the quaint little settlement. His boots clattered along the wooden docks, his coat swishing behind him in the wind from the sea. Salt. What a strange scent. He traveled light for the time being, separated from the rest of his 'pack', carrying only his sword and enough coin to keep him out of trouble. The former of the two items was displayed on his hip. Although that was enough in most places to keep any morons away from trouble, new settlements brought new cultures. And Rhuryc had a bad feeling. Not a chime past midday, the docks seemed to be in full bloom. Although that was certainly subdued compared to Rhuryc's experiences. Syliras was always bustling with activity, Avanthal - despite its location - still had a flurry of traffic going to and from the various holds, but here? Everything felt hushed, somehow quieter than the rest of the world. That was nice. For once. He passed a few individuals in various armaments - soldiers? - and they made little fuss to his presence, though her certainly spent more time sizing the lot of them up than was necessary. A strange habit of his. Rhuryc weighed his own gait against these men. Could he take all three? Probably not. Hell, he did not even have his shield with him. Or maybe he could not call out the local guardsmen on his first day inside Denval. His trek came to a sudden halt near the edge of the pier. Standing stiff, Rhuryc laid a single hand on the hilt of his blade as he watched the open ocean. His chest heaved as he took a single, drawn out breath, taking in the pleasantries of this wonderful little city. The idea of leaving already seemed a forlorn activity. Why was it he was only passing through? The idea of finding a place here was appealing, but that desire was still there. And just what was that feeling? Well, he had yet to find out. Though for now he had an ill begotten feeling. A glance brought his attention back to the various warehouses flanking the shore. What was bugging him so much? |