Snippet #2465760

Green eyes regarded the rising sun without a trace of preoccupation. Appearances aside, the farthest thing from Kryssis' mind was to dwell upon the spectacle of dawn. It was just the most prominent thing that captured her attention. Even that lasted for only a moment, and then she was walking again. She was relaxed, as evident by the way her hands rested on the pommels of her swords. Not a position from which to draw them, although some of the people she passed by didn't seem to take it into account. On the whole they just ignored her, which was good. Undue attention wouldn't serve any positive purpose. She was already having a slow enough time moving through the early morning market. The extra years had at least allowed her to train, especially in settings like cities where she'd previously had no experience. Ducking and weaving through the crowds, judging peoples' movements to quickly respond with her own. She still didn't like these crowded areas. In general, she didn't care for cities at all. They were too soft and too busy, and most of the people there were fools. Pampered, weak and ignorant. Just looking around her she gauged that she could massacre many of the citizens around her before any guards showed up. By then, with how many dark corners and alleyways there were, she would be gone by the time they did. If she wanted to leave, anyway. She probably would have stayed and fought, wanting to test just how good at their jobs these servicemen were.

Just a little nostalgic woolgathering, she relented with an inaudible sigh, and pushed onward. As much as she disliked this, Kryssis was in one of those situations where it would be best to push her way through her disdain if she wanted to return to a even a remote sense of normality. Because it was either that, or she remain on this path that led to gods knew where. When she finally emerged from the tangle of bodies, she found herself on the edge of an equally busy port district. Wooden latices reaching out in all directions, early hauls of fish, crates and chests of whatever had been brought to sell. Not what she was interested in. She wanted a ship taking passengers, one that would get her across the ocean. The salty breeze assaulting her was, at this point, not new to her. She didn't mind it, but didn't much care for it either. She carried on down the docks, eyes roaming the assorted vessels for any potential choices. After several minutes, she finally spied one where it looked like people were boarding. Of course, that was only the second thing she'd noticed. The first and foremost was just how many damned guns there were. An impressive array, no doubt. She knew enough to realize that no mere civilian galley would have that kind of compliment, nor build. That was a warship.

Rolling her neck, she set out toward it. There was a man stood just near the boarding plank, and another at its head speaking to a man wearing fine, black clothing. She figured he must be the captain, and approached the ship cautiously, keeping an eye out for anything.. remiss, she supposed. She paused at the foot of the plank, not out of courtesy, but resigning herself to listen for the moment.

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Nimba skittered back when Damaya returned, bearing a finely clothed elf along with her, this time. She frowned, pensively, and seated herself back on the railing of the ship to see what happened. When he introduced himself, stating that he was apparently some well known writer, Nimba - not realizing she was matching Adrian's line of thought - softly murmured, "Not a clue." She found it funny how people could be so presumptuous about their perceived fame. That usually meant you had money, and if his clothes were any indicator then he certainly did, and quite a pretty penny to his name! In that case, she figured, stop flouting it and spend some already! Setting gripping the rail with both hands, she leaned back some and turned her eyes behind to the dock just in time to see two men approaching the ship. "Oh, he's gonna love this," she snickered.

As Adrian took his leave of Requinn, Nimba hopped down and decided to tag along, flashing a cheeky smile at the elf on the way by. At the last second she changed her mind, and followed behind Damaya. "I didn't realize we were running a yom'tei shaba. What's wi-" She came to an abrupt halt when the woman threw her a curious glance. Nimba sighed, "Basically party boat. You know, something where p-"

"I'm well aware of what you mean, Nimba," she responded sharply. "We're more than able to take on passengers, and people would prefer to travel safely over open water." Damaya shook her head, "What could be more inviting than a vessel made to survive open combat?"

The Yi Aba huffed, "They'd better know our rates are high, then."

"And that they'll be getting their money's worth in dinner?" Not even a grin from the woman, but her tone did the job just as well.

Nimba narrowed her eyes, "That.. you.. wey'ha mo bado." She spat, jabbing a finger at the elf. She quickly turned back around and tromped across the deck, more or less the way she'd come, stopping just a few feet away from the gangplank to lean against the side of the ship. Twice so far in the space of an hour she's had to cool off. She was starting to feel like this was a very bad idea. Just as that crossed her mind, she looked off and spotted quite the sight: a Naran. An upper body that looked like a human woman, but instead of legs she had a very long black tail. A heavy groan escaping her lips, Nimba grumbled, "About time."