Crossing the Petersburg Bay is always an education for those doing it the first time. Before the seas rose it had been a city. Now the spires of the towers stick above the waters like silent sentinels. Or tombstones.
At length the ship had come to the Vesper Harbor – a large sheltered area with a lot of traffic. The going had been slow. It’d taken the better part of 90 minutes. But at last, Pegi and Felipe had been deposited on the docks in Glowtown.
It might surprise them to know that Hunter had beaten them there. That gunwolf really gets moving when he needs it to. The bot itself is now tucked away in a shop being rearmed and the wolfen himself changed from pilots clothes to something a bit more comfortable. He still has the long duster coat on though. He fancies some fish tonight. So he’s come down to the source, so to speak. The dockyards are some of the best places to buy it fresh, though… it’s kind of crowded here.
The spout bears the blue and black striped fellow to the dock, upon which he steps… and makes his way over to a colleague. <~Greetings, and salutations,~> he projects telepathically to the other scholar as people disembark from the nearby ship. <~A minor declaration: my findings are nearly complete; do inform the dragon he will have my report by tomorrow.~> Loro makes a clicking noise with his tongue, and tilts his head sideways abruptly, eyeing passers-by.
Particularly the Wolfen with the giant mech.
<~Query: whither exactly are you bound in such a… monstrosity? Observation: fascinating and equally disturbing…~>
Quietly grateful for the trip to be over and done with, he welcomes the feel of solid ground beneath his feet once again. Solid enough, in this case, seeing how they have come to the harbor and landed at the docks.
Despite not having done anything more than stand and sit in a boat, the doctor still feels a little wobbly as he tries to navigate through the crowds. “This isn’t so bad,” he says to Pegi, glancing to see if she was still near him as they walk. But it’s so easy to get distracted. He catches a glimpse of the professor, furrowing his brow at the sight. “–Uh. Hey. Hello.”
So much water, and not a drop to drink. Pegi had been both parts equally amazed and disturbed at how big and wide the waters of the ocean spanned. Its depths fathomless, its borders nonexistant, it’s no wonder that she’d stayed practically glued to Felipe’s side the entire time that they were aboard the ship. She can’t swim, after all, or at least, not very well, and with one less part of a leg, that’s undoubtedly worsened an already dismal skill.
Once they’re ashore, she’s only too happy to follow after her adopted brother, having grabbed on to the back of Felipe’s coat as she trails along.
“Ooh…” Pegi looks around at everything she possibly can. There’s so many people, and so many things, such strange buildings ahead, and- oh! “Look, Felipe! It’s Hunter!” she pipes, pointing. It’s easier for her to catch a glimpse than the man, given she’s taller. Aaand she’s waving, because already she has classified the wolfen as a friend. He’d given them a lift, after all! The strange clicking noise does draw her attention, and she tilts her head curiously at the blue-skinned, wet creature.“Just looking for dinner.” The wolfen turns to regard the man on the waterspout. Well, for some definitions of man. He looks more like a fish by a large measure. “Interesting seat you’ve got there.”
And it is. It’d be the center of attention anywhere else but Vesper is the kind of place where a man can ‘believe five impossible things before breakfast’ as it were.
The sight of two familiar faces disembarking gives the wolfen a fangy sort of grin.
“Ah. You made it.” The Bay’s relatively safe but the crossing is by no means a sure thing.
On the docks not too far from this group, a winged woman in, what was not too long ago gleaming silver armour, touches down. Now the armour is covered in gore. Fishy type gore and she stinks. There’s even small pieces of … don’t think about it … in her hair.
Her wings shakes once and then again, flicking ichor and bits of flesh and gore to the ground. Her arms follow suit and soon she’s dusting at that armour, removing the worst of the offensive material.
Seeing Hunter and those gathering with him, she makes her way slowly up the dock still trying to clean and at least look somewhat presentable.
“Ho, Hunter … ” she calls, grey assessing the others.Professor Korol dismisses the water spout, and it arcs up into the air and lands in the water of the harbour, vanishing from view. Having been greeted by those just arriving on the docks, Korol walks barefoot over to them.
<~Oh, the spout?~> he inquires telepathically of the Wolfen, clicking his tongue at the same time. <~Indeed, it serves its purpose rather well.~> To Pegi and Felipe he tilts his head one way, then the other, blinks his eyes and remarks:
<~Greetings and salutations to you as well. I’m Professor Korol — welcome to Vesper.~> The Kressh scholar glances then at Ardul, his hands raised almost to his chin, dancing his fingertips together with intrigue. He smiles, and bows his head.
On someone of his stature, the coat is pretty long. It proves its usefulness as a tether of sorts for Pegi to hang onto, but that also means he gets pulled back when she stops to spot the wolfen. It’s not fun bumping back into solid saurian, but he recovers fairly quickly from this mishap.
“Hunter?? Where– ” Felipe turns to look, a little surprised to see their newly-named friend while connecting the dots from point A to point B mentally with a nod. “Cheater,” he snorts, trying to hide a smirk as he salutes. “It wasn’t too bad. Rocky, but that’s expected when traveling across an unsteady surface on a vessel that may or may not sink under the weight of many passengers.”
Her waving ceases immediately in favor of looking around in search of the disembodied voice that’s…somehow sounded in her head? “Who’s that?” Pegi questions, squinting as she looks around. First talking compyu-somethings in big metal wolfmen and now this! But the fish-man seems to be looking at them just then, and Felipe greets him in return. Hang on, she’ll get there. “Hello Professor!” And then to Felipe, whom she’s completely unaware had even paddle-balled off of her, she gives him a brief although no less crushing hug. “Felipe! We here! Vesper!”“Hello Ardul.” Hunter greets his frequent companion, looking her armor over. “Working?”
That’s the only explanation he can think of for why her armor is so… uh… slimy.
The two newcomers get a slight smirk from the wolfen and he turns to the winged woman. “This is Felipe and Pegi. One is a doctor, the other is a lizard. I’ll let you guess which is which. They came in from Richmond.” Rough area. Ardul will know that Hunter was patrolling it today.
“What brings you to the docks?” That’s a question to both Loro and Ardul. He knows exactly what brings the other two by and he’s watching Felipe bounce of his protector amusedly.
“No…” Ardul meets Hunters eyes with a deadpan look “I thought I’d go fishing and see what I could catch. Seems it wanted to catch me instead. Good thing I’m tough.” She’s kidding, of course she was working. “You’re looking … nice today. Just finished patrol?”
Korol gets a once over from the stern soldier and she inclines her head in his direction. “Hello Doctor Korol.” she says before looking at the other two, a small smirk playing over her lips as Pegi hugs. “Pleased to meet you Doctor…” That’s to Pegi. She’s kidding again. “And you too.” That’s to Felipe. “I’m Ardul.” That’s it. Just Ardul.
“One of the ships felt they needed an escort. They weren’t wrong, either. They were attacked by … something … it had tentacles. I had to forcibly dissaude it from trying to claim the ship.”Loro Korol smiles at the little gathering of Sentients, regarding each with large, dark eyes and a clicking of his tongue every so often. He tends to keep his fingertips touching, most of the time — often twiddling them in thought.
<~Professor,~> he amends with a smile, still using telepathy to speak. <~A mild explanation: I often hop back and forth between Vesper and Saren’s Rest — it all depends on whom needs my services.~>
He raises a single finger.
<~Query: Did you by any chance acquire a sample of the beast that attacked the ship? I have a vial in my — oh dear. Where is my luggage…?~> Loro hops over to the edge of the pier and gazes downward for a minute or so. In time, a globe of water rises out of the docks… bearing a suitcase floating in the centre of it. Loro beckons the globe over as if he were coaxing a child to his side.
<~What is it with luggage disappearing during transit all the time?~> he inquires wryly.
Patting Pegi on the arm, he finds the ground again. It’s sort of hilarious seeing him slip back out of her grasp, but he maintains some air of professionalism as he does so. Of course, he frowns a little when Ardul switches their names around, letting his mouth form a line prior to saying anything. “Nice to meet you too,” he says, getting the joke.
“That look like good fishing,” Pegi says, nodding at Ardul respectfully. She probably means it too. “Pegi no like tentacles. Too chewy.” She absently pats Felipe on the head once she’s set him down, giggling as the winged woman addresses /her/ as the doctor rather than her little brother.
Now that they’re on solid ground and in the city they had been bound for for so long, Pegi lets her attention wander freely, although with such an interesting group around here there’s no need for it to drift very far. She stares as Loro summons his luggage with a blob of water before clapping like a kid at a magic show. “How you do that!” She wants to poke the water bubble!! Oooh does she want to poke it!“About half an hour ago yeah. Gunwolf’s in the shop. Used a lot of railgun slugs.” Felipe and Pegi can probably guess what he used them on. And also probably guess that it looks a bit like the stuff on Ardul’s armor.
“Your boat was attacked?” That does happen. Hunter looks between Felipe, Pegi and Loro as the latter’s suitcase floats up into reach. Handy trick that, but hopefully whatever’s inside is water proof.
“I was just getting some dinner, Ardul. Fish.” Beat. “No offense to present company, anyway. Handy trick that, by the way. Hydrokine?”
“It was good fishing. Just nothing left to eat … ” Ardul assures Pegi before looking to Felipe “And it is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Felipe.” Her joke was fleeting at best. “What’s bring you in from Richmond? I take it you hail from there?”
“My apologies, Professor… ” she says to Korol and gives him a dreadfully flat look “Did I get a sample of the creature?” She gestures to herself, top to bottom. “I would think that perhaps that I did.” There’s even a sizeable chunk tangled in her blonde hair (he might need a bigger vial). God, is she going to need a shower and soon.
“Dinner sounds good though, Hunter.” Did she just invite herself to share his? Yes, yes, she did. “Just not … squid. Please.” News that the Gunwolf is in the shop has her frowning a little “Just rearming? Or did you take damage?” beat “And the boat I was escorting was attacked, yes.” She didn’t ask many questions, though. Paid work is work after all.Korol… smiles.
Reaching into the water-globe, he removes the suitcase and withdraws an empty vial from it, opens the vial and walks over to Ardul. <~With your permission, thank you,~> he communicates to her, and scrapes some of the ichor from her armour into the little bottle…
By which time, the globe of water has floated over to Ardul and now hovers above her head. Vial in one hand, suitcase in the other, Loro bows to the winged warrior, and turns his back — and the globe of water…
<~A contemplation:~> Loro projects to the group, but meant for Hunter. <~’Hydrokine’ is a fine word. Aye, indeed. Hydrokine. And I should love to see this tentacled beast at some point — you say it attacks ships? …Further contemplation: I haven’t travelled by ship in some time. Quite the novelty I should expect.~>
He shrugs. He doesn’t remember seeing anything out there at the time.
And as he glances back over at Ardul and Professor Korol, he’s just in time to see the globe of floating water drop. “-!!”
“Fish sounds good! Felipe, can we have fish?” Pegi asks her little brother, looking hopeful as she points at the wolfen. She might very well be inviting herself to Hunter’s dinner too. But then it’s been a long while since they’d last eaten, so she’d probably be up for anything.
It’s completely lost on her as to what the professor is doing with the guts slathered all over Ardul, but she stares regardles, up until the water globe is released from the air. Well, it certainly still behaves like water! Pegi is trying not to giggle, but she’s not doing very well at hiding it.Hunter. Just. Stares. There are two possibilities. Either Ardul will find it incredibly amusing and she’ll laugh it off in that way that people who work and play hard sometimes do…
… or there’s going to be a massive fight. Flip a coin. It could go either way so far as he knows. Felipe and Pegi are momentarily forgotten…
(But there is a fishmonger behind them that they might notice. It’s where Hunter had been headed).
Ardul stands straight as Korol recovers his sample, eyeing the globe of water that floats with him. Not that she really gives it a second thought. The man seems to have an affinity with water, so there’s that.
“Business, Felipe? What are you i—?”
The water globe dumps it contents over her.
Bedraggled, the remnants of fishy bits //mostly// washed away, leaving her hair hanging lank under her helmet and streaks now marring her armour. “Gah!” Korol gets another flat look. Her nostrils flare as she …. //breaths//.
Then her wings unfurl and flutter spraying water as they do. Those around her are likely getting wet too. “My thanks, Professor.” She says with a laugh, removing her helmet and shaking her hair out. “I needed the clean off but next time, I think I might prefer to use the shower.”
It’s been a long time since the Winged Warrior has had any play pranks on her and it’s slightly … refreshing (badumtish).Korol does… back away. Slightly.
His eyes glance sideways at Hunter — then Felipe and Pegi — he clicks his tongue and dances his fingertips together again, almost as if he were playing the harp.
<~Confession: the impression of a much needed — erm, wanted — shower was most potent, Ser Knight-Commander… Apology: I… ah, yes. Apologise.~>
<~An observation: you do look much less like a squid’s meal now… I’ll be sure to ask first next time — oh and thank you for the sample.~>
Well. Looks like things are still okay. No one’s trying to kill anybody, that’s always a plus in his book.
After a long pause (and taking the time to see where the fishmonger is situated), Felipe finally answers Pegi in regards to their food situation.
“…Yeah! We can have fish, fish sounds good.”
If this is how Vesper welcomes people, Pegi seems to be thoroughly enjoying the entertainment. She doesn’t notice Hunter’s stare of anticipation, her own attention set on Ardul as she waits to see the warrior’s reaction. Ardul is laughing, so it must be good, yes? Stepping forward a bit, and perhaps bumping Felipe again in the process, the saurian sniffs at the wet winged woman.
“…still smell fish,” she notes, smiling. “But no more guts!” That is always a plus in her book. She grins at Felipe. It’s a wonder these two can even think about eating fish even after this.Fish are good. But sometimes you want to be careful what you’re having. The fish in Earth’s sea now aren’t all native. And some of them… well…
Something breaches the water at a full head of steam as it were. It’s an orca and it’s making full speed toward the shore. About forty feet from the quay it leaps out of the water, transforming midleap into a sleek, black and white humanoid with a vaguely metallic sheen to his skin. He hits the dock in a crouch, dusts himself off and starts to stroll away as simply as if he’d just stepped off the boat Pegi and Felipe had just disembarked.
“Huh. Biform. Don’t see too many of those…” They’re around, but they like the water. For obvious reasons.
To answer the question Felipe didn’t get to ask, Hunter leans over to his winged and now wet companion. “He was looking to practice medicine here. I directed him to the Restorium.”
The use of Knight-Commander has Arduls eyebrow quirking. She’d not introduced herself that way nor does she use it regularly. In fact … the only time //she’s// spoken it aloud was in the mines with Clancy. And then it was to stop the miners trying to kill the D’kali. She knows the weight a title can bring with it.
The only other time that title has been used was by winged Cyborgs sent here to execute her. She’ll be watching this fish-man very closely for now … her enemies could really be anywhere, it seems.
“Apology accepted, Professor.” The blondes wings flick one more time and furl against her back and she looks to the other two. Pegi at least seems entertained and that has her smiling a bit. And then she’s sniffing at her armour “It doesn’t smell at that good, but it does smell a little better.”
The Orca leaving the water is a spectacle that the woman hasn’t yet enjoyed and she’s silent as she watches him walk off. Maybe she’s enjoying a little more than just the transformation … “Practicing medicine, Felipe. The Restorium is a good place, from what I understand. What’s your speciality? And you, Pegi? What business are you in?”Loro Korol blushes.
This turns his face a deeper shade of blue-green, and he blinks his eyes a few times. Whoops. Slight mistake with the mind-hearing there… He gives Ardul a sheepish, sidelong glance — then abruptly turns his head toward the arriving Orca Biform…
<~Observation: a rare sight — a welcome sight,~> says he, projecting to the whole group. He clicks his tongue again, and turns to Felipe and Pegi.
<~Doctors. Ah, yes. Never quite enough of them — always a welcome addition to any settlement. An affirmation: I’d also like to know your speciality…~>
This gets even worse when considering the fact that the ocean has a plethora of foreign fish-like things in it now.
With another bump from Pegi, he moves forward. “General practitioner,” the doctor answers without missing a beat, missing the orca’s appearance by a few seconds. “But I won’t be doing much if I don’t find the Restorium first.”
Naturally, Pegi is watching the biform who’s just emerged from the sea, staring after him before nudging Felipe eagerly. Did you see that? Did you see???
She blinks and glances back at Ardul, beaming. “Pegi make things to trade!” she replies. “…need to make more things. Crazy Man already traded Pegi for others,” she adds. But she can do that anywhere- so long as they find a place to stay. Oh, that’s a good thing to ask, isn’t it?
“Where good place to stay?” Felipe, be proud!“Restorium’s in the Dragon’s Gate district. Head southwest from here and look for the ritzy houses.” They really get quite interesting. Styles of luxury from half a dozen worlds and many times that in cultures.
“Stay?” Hunter glances over to Ardul to see if she has any ideas. He doesn’t usually stay in Vesper proper. “Plenty of inns down in the market district. A lot of them will be full of tribesmen from dinosaur swamp…” But they should get along well there. Well, Pegi will.
“That is if you can’t just sleep with the fi- er, in the water.” Wouldn’t want to accidentally imply that Loro was doing anything inappropriate…
“General Practioner will go well here.” Ardul glances sideways at Loro and his blush. Not once does she suspect he’s mind reading her. Right now though, he’s on the //must watch// list. And neutralise if necessary. As Hunter gives direction, she actually points the way they should go. Some of those she’s met around have the directional ability of a wounded bumblebee.
“Stay? As Hunter says lots of inns in the Market District. I’ve stayed at Grans a few times, and it’s reasonable. Well priced and Gran doesn’t take any nonesense.” Of course, now though she lives in Sarens Rest and has her own place there.
“What sort of things do you make to trade, Pegi?” There’s genuine interest there. Making things can imply an awful lot.
Hunter gets a smirk and a chuckle from the blonde. “I’m sorry, Professor.” She finally gives the fish-man more attention “You said you hop back and forward between here and Sarens Rest? What is it you do, exactly?”So proud. He’s quietly beaming at Pegi for asking the question he eventually needed to get to, giving the saurian a grin of approval.
If he has to stay with more dinosaur-men, so be it. He should get credit for being around one, at least. “Duly noted,” he nods to both Hunter’s and Ardul’s suggestions. “We’ll have to check them out.” Shouldn’t be too hard to look into whatever’s available, right? Right. Right??
And perhaps it’s a good thing he misses the professor’s earlier blushing as well, because he hops onto the question with renewed attentiveness. His eyes seem to let Korol’s words sink in, widening slightly as he reflects on the whole demonology aspect in passing. “I…yes. Yes, I’ll be traveling much– I mean, I’ll be traveling. Constantly. It’s what I decided on when I first started, after all.”
It would be nice to see people from the swamps. While she doubts she’d see any family, she’d be happy to see any of the traders who’d come by her home, perhaps even those she’d accompanied out early on. Pegi positively glows with Felipe’s grin of approval that she almost forgets to pay attention to the responses she’s given in regards to her question.
“Okay! Will look,” she says, visibly seeming to make it a point to commit the directions and names given to memory. “Pegi make tools and…tri…trin..kets?” She grasps for a word that’s obviously not a part of her usual vocabulary.
As Loro shares information about his own line of work, Pegi watches the moving water that sneaks up to claim the professor’s luggage. She begins to scowl at the mention of demon-anything, but she’s had a bad experience with one. Moving closer to Felipe again, she rests her chin on his head.
Something has caught Hunters attention, Ardul can see that and whilst the others are talking she glances in that direction, trying to see what it might be. “Everything alright?” She murmurs for just his ears only, maybe he’s just wondering how his Gunwolf is going. She turns back to the conversation in time to see the water claim Loro’s luggage.
Nope. She’s not going to say a word. She’ll just … smirk. Seems like a fitting revenge for being douse earlier.
Smoothing her blonde locks back from her face (they lay plastered against her scalp) she listens as Loro explains “Demonology. Well, I’m sure your lectures are well needed, Professor.” Her eyes narrow as he grows nervous looking back to Sarens Rest. Iiiiinteresting. “I’m sure some clients can be very … demanding.” is all she says to that.
Felipes response gets another chuckle. “If you’re looking for work as a travelling healer, the Traders Markets could be a good place to start. They’re often looking for people to fill out teams with. Or there’s the Civic Forum where notices are posted.” She doesn’t know if Felipe can read, but many of the notices are done by pictogram.
“I might like to see what you create, Pegi.” A smile softens the soldiers visage. It will be interesting to see what the woman creates.Loro clears his throat — not that he has been using it for speech, aside from the sound-effects of clicking his tongue quite often — and motions toward Felipe and Pegi with delicate, webbed fingers.
<~A suggestion: I travel, too — often. Everywhere. A doctor and a trader-crafts…lizard would be, yes. Welcome, that is. Especally for me — prone to finding trouble of all shapes and sizes. Reassurance: quite by accident — well, mostly. Well, sometimes.~>
He smiles and cants his head to the left, summoning his now-drowned luggage to him inside a new globe of water from the ground. <~Another apology: I fear I must leave, but you can always ask for me at the Academy here — you can’t miss it — or in Saren’s Rest. It has been a pleasure.~>
And he starts to move away.
“Markets and forums tend to make for good foot traffic,” he agrees with the winged woman’s additional suggestions. “So long as they don’t try getting on my case about being where I shouldn’t.” Because he’s had that happen a few times.
As the professor speaks and takes his leave, Felipe nods. “Trouble is the last thing I need,” he laughs softly, saluting the amphibian, “but yeah, it’s been good talking! Maybe we’ll drop in whenever we can.”
“Pegi be happy to show you!” the saurian says happily, nodding at Ardul. She hasn’t had the time to properly fiddle with any of the metal pieces that she’d acquired from Clancy, but she hopes that maybe she’ll be able to do so once they find some proper lodging.
Her head swings to look from Loro to Felipe and back again. Oh, another travel buddy, perhaps? That sounds like fun, and mister fish-man seems pleasant so far as she has seen! The mention of trouble is something she doesn’t even blink at, but then that’s probably because she and Felipe have had their fair share as well. “Bye-bye, Professor Fish!” she calls after him, quite accidentally since she’s got fish on the brain at the moment. Bobbing her head, she then shifts to look back towards the wolfen, the soggy winged woman, and her favorite chin rest.“It’s also possible if you want to work in a bit more… personal fashion that someone needs a private doctor or a consierge doctor…” How that word has survived three hundred years is an excellent question. There aren’t many applications for it… but that’s one of them.
“Though it sounded as though you’re looking to travel. Plenty of villages out there in the Republic as well. Just be careful. The Republic is pretty safe, as is the Kingdom, but neither are… completely so.”
Indeed it’s almost impossible for them to be because rifts.
“Concierge Doctor?” The term is new to the Winged Woman as she looks at Hunter with a frown. She’s a little less soggy, but not much so and her armour is dreadfully streaked.
“When you can, Pegi, I would like you to.” Show her that is. “You can normally find me in Sarens Rest as well….”
Her brows draw down to a frown as Loro takes his leave. She’s not sure what to make of the amphibious-man.
Her stomach rumbles then and she looks a little embarrased but grins. “It’s been a long day and I expended a lot of energy out there. I think I might hungry …”
At that, Felipe tilts his head. The corner of his mouth tugs to one side, not quite a smile but nothing like a frown. “I’ve thought of that before,” he says, brow lifting. “Except…y’know, I haven’t really come across an opportunity like that lately. And I’m fine with seeing the public as it is, but it’s probably something I can look into.” He tugs on his bag strap. “Possibly.”
Which is a very slim chance of it ever happening, but hey. Things can change.
Pegi has by then set her chin atop Felipe’s head again. She smiles. “Pegi like traveling. Lots to see!” But it looks like there’s quite a bit to see here in this city alone. Well, she’ll leave it up to Felipe as to where he’d like to go, but she hopes they can spend some time in Vesper at least.
Ardul reminds her that she’s hungry as well, and so Pegi prods Felipe in the side. “We get food too?”“Ardul and I were going to bake some fish.” That’d been Hunter’s plan anyway. Yes he heard her invite herself. No he doesn’t mind. “You could join us.”
If nothing else they’ll get to find out whether or not Pegi takes her fish raw or not…
Ardul smiles beatifically at Hunter. OK, it’s more mischievious than anything. “Now that sounds like plan.” Tucking her helmet under her arm, she nods in the direction of the fish vendor. “You are welcome to join us…” she seconds.
There just won’t be squid on the offering today.With Pegi resting her chin on top of his head, he stands a little stooped. “That’s more of a plan than we had,” Felipe admits in a weight-burdened tone, finally feeling hunger gnaw at his gut. “I’m all for it.” His eyes glance up at the saurian warrior. “How about you, Pegi?”
Brightening up right away at that invitation, Pegi raises her head. “Yes! Pegi likes this idea,” she says. They can have fish! And be with new friends! She’s glad of that, since Felipe needs other people to talk to besides herself. Shifting eagerly from foot to metal replacement, she happily waits to follow wherever they might be led. Nothing beats a nice cooked meal! What kind of monster do you take her for?
A ship comes into the harbour at Vesper, where a number of folks are gathered - with some interesting stories to tell, and plenty of water to go around...
February 11, 2410