Snippet #1580391

As the day grows long I slowly come to. The long shadows of the fading day face me down from the open doorway of the dockworkers barrack. As I continue to wake up I stretch out on my bed, my arms stretching outward and off my bed my tunic slightly clinging to my clothes. While I rub my eyes clear and look to the door, I notice the foreman is standing in the doorway. As I look up to the man and I cast my gaze around the rest of the bunks I give a low response to urge the other sleeping men to wake. "Ah shit... Another round of firings today?" I say questioningly in such a way as to rouse the others.

A few turn and wake slightly, a few adding mutterances of their own. Meanwhile the foreman begins to walk down between the bunks, stopping every so far to give a slip of brown parchment to a different man before coming to stop at my bunk.

"Today is the day Chazarak" he says, no remorse in the brow clad mans voice. "Your work date is up, and I have your replacement."

As I sit up and crack my back I give him a solid look but ask no questions. Reaching under my bed I take firm hold of my travel sack and pull it up, the pans clanging as the bag moves.

"Alright then, Ill be out of here in just a minute." I say to the man as he continues down the row.

I roll up my blanket and stuff it in my bag between my pots and stand to leave, giving a short whistle to White Eye. Waking quickly the scruffy little owl rustles awake with a delicate 'hoo'. With a quick flutter of wings he is down and at my shoulder and I stand to leave.

I stroll, my head held high down the docks with my bag in hand as I watch the morning ships roll in. Moving back into town I see several ships port but pay them no mind, more busy trying to find a tavern to dump my savings in than a ship to ride.

Stopping at a local favorite, I enter the heavy doors of the Flayed Salmon and sit down at a corner table after ordering a pint of ale.

White eye squints in the dark, smokey room. The lack of light the result of not having lit lamps as the night is still early more than anything. A few pretty looking barmaids go their way bringing drinks and a pretty ginger maid brings me my pint. With a nod and a few copper pieces I send her on her way with no trouble. Tonight wasnt a night I couldn't afford a woman, even if it would be worth the coins.

I sit in my place taking a few idle sips of my drink and waiting for the evening recruiters to reach the bar. I need a new job and the bar was always the first place people went to recruit for easy work.

No one was more desperate for work than a drunkard.