Snippet #2465269

The early morning sun casts a faint light upon the waterfront of Saridur as the merchants begin setting up their booths to hock their wares to passing patrons. As the crowd begins to form within the bazaar the streets seem to disappear within a sea of people mirroring the actual sea lined with ships instead of merchants. Amongst the growing masses Riktor moves towards the docks in search of a ship to help him reach his goal, the lodestone. It had only been a week or so ago since he had heard the rumors spreading throughout Draust causing everyone with enough guile to begin boasting on how they would acquire the precious gem. Riktor didn't know if these rumors would bear fruit, but if a lodestone was out there he would make it his.

Riktor slowly moved through the crowd and made his way out of the bazaar and into the harbor, it was here that he intended to find a particular vessel that donned the name Anya. He had heard from his friend and fellow sellsword Jevan that this ship would be moored at the harbor here in Saridur today and it would be very likely for them to barter passage to the Naua Te archipelago for the right price. A half-cocked grin spread across Riktor's face when he emerged from the crowd and arrived at the dock for it seemed Jevan had beat him there. Leaned against a post ,drinking what Riktor could only suspect to be some sort alcoholic beverage from a flask, Jevan stared out towards a ship, the Anya. Riktor removed his hood and began approaching Jevan, and without turning to Riktor Jevan began to speak.

"Well there she sits Riktor, our ticket to power and riches beyond belief. No more dangerous battles, no more petty contracts, im talking nobleman type rich." Jevan takes another swig from his flask before finally turning to face Riktor.

"And here i was thinking you liked playing the part of a dashing rouge. Best not let the girls back home here you talk like that, they may find someone else to swoon over."[i] Riktor said as he approached his friend on the dock. [i]"I assume thats the ship then?"

"Yeah thats it, they've been moving stuff about all morning it seems they are already expecting some passengers. That may make this difficult." Jevan said taking another swig from the flask before rousing himself from the post and beginning to walk towards the Anya. "Ill let you handle the arrangements, you've always been a better talker."

Nodding to his companion, Riktor and Jevan begin the short trek down the dock to the ship. The Anya was magnificent. The sunlight of the early morn reflected off the heavy guns lining the deck, the ship itself was an imposing sight in it's own right. Riktor was no stranger to sailing but never before had he set foot on such a vessel. As they drew closer Riktor could see various others scattered upon the deck, most likely crewmen, but there were two that immediately stood out when he was close enough to see them clearly. Riktor grimaced for a moment then turned to Jevan who had a slight snarl on his face as well.

"Bloody Elves..." Riktor said to himself as they drew closer to the ship.

Elves had never been to Riktor's liking. Their conflicting views on the world and their notable skill in combat made them more than just a passing nuisance, and on more than one occasion had they interfered with his plans. Despite their obvious dislike for Elves Riktor and Jevan had no other options for traveling to their destination. Riktor approached the ship and began to ascend the boarding plank causing a few eyes to wander his way.

"Hail there! Might i speak to the captain of this vessel?" Riktor finally spoke, eyes searching the ship for the man in charge of this fine vessel.