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I love fantasy, sci-fi and action, even romance if I feel it belongs there. I don't shy away from dark themes and violence, torture and other shady stuff. I love when it's well played out or nicely fits into a character's background. Apocalyptic, futuristic, medieval settings are my weakness. I also really like when cliches are turned around or done in an innovative way.
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YAWAR
The start of a new adventure
Currently, it is year Y679, 18th of November by the human calendar.​


The only leftovers of the night was the cool air currently scattered around Paitore’s dusty streets by the refreshing breeze bringing forth smells of fish, salt and seaweed from the harbour, but even that wasn’t going to last long against the raising sun’s unmerciful rays. The building’s thick stony walls were still cool to the touch, while their long shadows were getting shorter and shorter by the second. Even in these early hours the city was already buzzing with life, people rushing through the cobblestone paved roads to get as many things done as possible before the sun gets too high and it’s no longer safe to stay outside.

Most merchants have set up and spread out their tempting goods a few hours ago and now were calling out to the dashing housewives trying to quickly finish their daily shopping and men marching off to work. And truly, today would have been like any other day if it weren’t for the small and hushed excitement everyone carried. It started out with rich and higher class visitors from bigger and fancier cities suddenly flooding here in a week’s time or so – a sight only brought by a special occasion and an opportunity for vendors to take out their more lavish trinkets, to shout just a little louder than normal. With that came the gossiping and quiet conversations between the people on the street:

“Have you heard?”
“They say there will be great goods! Even the smaller folk may get a bite...”

“Oh, but from where? Such a ship hasn’t come here for a while, I think.”
“There’s so many pigs gathered around, I bet they will have brought back something livi-” “Shushhhh!!”

“My dear said they are coming from that place, the filthy animal’s one...”


This hushed chatter even reached the city’s outskirts where stone melted into straw and sticks, hardly providing any shelter against the cruel sunlight. Alongside the shacks many rocky trees stood, not having any place between the big buildings of the city they took shelter here with the poor. A stench of sickness and even less pleasant things lingered in the air as the ocean’s light wind wasn’t able to reach this far and blow it away. However, it didn’t stop the people from being as lively as the dwellers of the center; they still stuck their noses out to discuss the latest news and rumours, just as intrigued by the thrilling arrival. Of course, they would quickly hide back inside their pathetic establishments when travellers walked past, though the murmurs wouldn’t stop.

♠ Zonran ♠
It was dark and clammy, just resting against the wall was making Zonran’s skin crawl, but he could no longer sit straight with his back, shoulders and wrists aching and quietly threatening to give up on him. Only the promise of unwanted attention was stopping him from stretching his abused muscles – regardless of how badly he wanted to, it just wasn’t worth it. Any movement was marked down as ‘frightening’ and he learnt very quickly that anything of such nature would be dealt with violence and for now the mix-breed had enough of that.

So he decided to wait, what for he wasn’t sure yet. These types of situations weren’t really his forte and his previous solutions had not only failed miserably, but also backfired a lot harder than he expected. For one it threw Zonran’s mind into complete chaos and he had to sit here for hours, bruised and bleeding, until he had managed to somehow tame the panic that came with the sight he had witnessed. After that came denial which was extremely unpleasant and quickly squished, then an avalanche of questions he has no answers to and finally the bit he was still stuck on, What do I do? What even can I do?
His rebuttal was nothing, there was simply nothing to do until something around him changed and that knowledge hurt a lot worse than any wound he had ever received.

Even so, that thought kept pestering Zonran as he sat and waited, because this place didn’t have a way out.
 
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Waking up was nothing new to Ashfa, and by the time sunrise had come and passed, she was already up and packing up her side of the camp she shared with her friend and companion, Ylva. She was feeling excited- even though she had been born in far east Yowwky, she had never really had a chance to spend much time by the water side, and this had only continued as she grew older and began to travel by herself. Paitore was a place she had never really visited save the outskirts, and she was excited to get close and see the ships by the docks.

Not only that though. Ashfa would bet Paitore's markets and bazaars had quite a lot to offer, and maybe even something interesting enough for her friend to stop and ponder over. For herself, the idea of excited new medicines or herbs from lands far away was more than a motivation to get moving. If she stood up straight and strained herself, she could see glimpses of the ocean in the horizon. However, they were still a good walk away. Their camp was hidden from the local people amongst the sparse forest. She could see the smaller and rather plain houses made of humbler materials than what would be in Paitore.

Smiling, she stood up and slung her medicine bag over her shoulders, ready to head out. They had slept, eaten breakfast, and she at least had her belongings all together. Paitore and its ships awaited!

"What luck," she said, hands held loosely together. "I overheard people speaking when I headed out earlier." Her curiosity had been triggered and so she had wandered close to a small settlement. It wasn't very pleasant, seeming rather dank and filthy, but she was able to catch ear of some exciting news. "... there's a ship, a new one at the docks. It could be... maybe we'll find something interesting? Maybe you could even sell something..." She raised an eyebrow as she looked to Ylva.

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While the sun rose and Ashfa started to pack up her part of the camp, Ylva buried her head in her arms and rolled on her side to shield herself the from the mornings light. One of the few advantages of living the life of an outlaw was that early starts were generally the exception rather than the rule. Besides the pair had been traveling for days and the feeling of just doing nothing was one that Ylva was quite enjoying. It took Ashfa depositing a plate of food next to her head to rouse Ylva enough for her to sit up.

As she ate the food, Ylva watched the pillars of smoke that were beginning to rise from the town and idly wondered what sort of place it was. The time before entering a new place was always an anxious one for Ylva. In her line of work it was good to make a habit of spending time in places where no one, guards especially, knew your face. The problem with that though was that more often than not she had only the most basic of information and a handful of assumption as to what ahead of her. If it hadn't been for Ashfa, Ylva doubted she would have even of made her way to this particular town.

here wasn’t anything wrong with Paitore. It was as good a place as any other town for Ylva to make some coin, but that was just it, any other town would be just as good. The reason the pair were on the outskirts of Paitore right now was that Ashfa loved to spend time beside the sea and seeing her friend so excited was worth a lot of coin to Ylva, not that she would ever admit it. Her stated motivation for coming here was all business.

When she finished the last of her breakfast Ylva set too packing up her half of the camp. It was a task the didn’t take her particularly long, her part of the camp having consisted pretty much of her pack and bedroll. It was while Ylva was making a final check that she hadn’t left anything behind that Ash told her the new she’d over heard.

That’s good to know. Sailors were one of Ylva’s favorite type of customers. Generally when they made port all they cared about was having as much fun as they could before they had to re-board their vessel which would often lead them to the poor life choices that Ylva had for sale and Ash avoided talking about. As an additional bonus they had the benefit that they often disappeared back to sea as quickly as they arrived depriving judicious watchmen of potential information.

Well if you’re ready, let’s go see the sights what kind of place this is then.

 
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It was bright. The sun had peeked out from its cover over the horizon and illuminated the buildings and various structures of his town, Paitore. Viaryn had woken up to the sound of birds perched by his window. He leaned up in his bed and looked around, his room a mess from the countless week of neglect. It was littered with books scattered across the floor, clothes hung from the strangest places, and his desk a disaster from the sheer volume of work done during the past few days. His face contorted into a mask of disgust at the sight, "This is ridiculous. Gross." He raised his left arm up to rub his face, before reeling back at the feeling of icy daggers piercing his skin. His prosthetic arm was cold to the touch. Viaryn took a moment to inspect it before stretching his arms out. The young deorusm slid out of bed and proceeded to make an attempt at tidying up before starting his day. Overall, he was able to take care of his books and clothes before deciding that the rest could wait. He needed to get ready for work before he was late and got yelled at.....again.

With the items taken care of and sorted, he walked over to his closet and opened it to choose his outfit. Viaryn dressed in a cream-colored button-down shirt, faded brown slacks and selected a pair of black loafers he had recently cleaned and fixed the best he could. At a glance, one could still tell that they had been damaged, but he didn't mind at all. He looked over to his desk for his watch, sketchbook, and other items and trinkets he carried around. Turning around, his gaze rested on a trench coat that sat at the foot of his bed, hanging on the railing. Walking over to it, he picked it up and slipped it on with little difficulty. It was a light brown color with stitches around the left shoulder area and newly fitted buttons. At his age now, he'd grown into the coat considerably well and never left home without it. His hand dug into the breast pocket and pulled out a picture of his dad, a stout, but burly man with the short, blue-tinted hair and a goatee. Viaryn's mother told him that he looked similar to his father, except he was taller and his hair stopped at his chin, yet the resemblance was indeed, uncanny.

Stuffing the picture back into his pocket, he sighed and walked out of his room. He peeked into his mother's room and found her still asleep. He walked over, leaned in and kissed her on her forehead before heading into the kitchen to make breakfast. He made something quick and simple for himself, but made his mother a full meal and left it covered on the table with a note. Viaryn, then opened the front door and looked outside to the morning sky. Signing his bag over his shoulder, he patted his breast pocket and slid a silver pocket watch into his pants pocket, "Another day begins, huh Dad?"
 
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Paitore’s outskirts slowly changed into the general living area that further on morphed into a place of luxurious homes, inns and restaurants which later became the market and at the very edge was the harbour. In the market from one of the many shops a short man waddled out carrying the last big pot full of spice outside to place it near its brothers by the shop’s entrance. With the unloading finally done, he brushed away the sweat from his brow while his eyes scanned the street looking for a certain young lad. Surprisingly, the man managed to spot a familiar coat and quickly called out to him, “Eyi! You’re late again, kiddo! I thought I told you to come early today!”

Once Viaryn came closer, the man quickly untied his apron and shoved it over to him, “Now, you will need to look after the shop alone for a bit. I’m heading off to the harbor, but I will be back soon enough,” then the man hurried down the street, giving the lad a last fleeting glance, “The shop better still be standing once I’m back!”
Just like that, the short man disappeared in the crowd of people. Currently, the city was so full of locals and newcomers alike, that no one paid much mind to anyone in particular, so the two female silhouettes surfing through the busy roads were left alone for the most part. Some vendors tried to get their attention by loud offers and promises of better deals, but no one bothered to pursue them further than that, nor did they attract any unwelcomed attention of authorities. The walk through the city lasted quite some time, perhaps an hour or more, until they finally felt the ocean’s cool breeze.

Even from these narrow streets, against the clear sky the tallest of masts were visible, followed by laughter and chatter of sailors and fishermen. Just a little further, a tiny step after another, and suddenly Paitore’s harbour was stretched out right under the cliff’s edge in all of its glory. As far as the eye could see there was only blue, from the vibrant sky to the horizon line where it melted into the cerulean depths of water. An occasional fluffy white cloud or a stronger wave’s foam broke up the monotone scenery, but didn’t take anything away from its hypnotic lull. If it wasn’t for the nearby shore full with ships of various shapes and sizes, not to mention the constant rumble of people, the sight would almost be magical.

The cliff kept the city separate from the harbour below, though there were plenty of stairs leading downwards to the few miles of the rocky beach littered with small buildings, a big crowd of people looking out of place and a long dock constantly attacked by ocean waves. Alongside it many vessels rested before their next trip, people loading and unloading goods, most of them consisting of fish and other water creatures. However, none of these ships could come close to the one currently looming in the horizon, neither in size nor the dark atmosphere it carried. As soon as the people below saw it, they jumped into action with roaring shouts, rushing towards the water as if they were going to try swimming towards it, just to be the first ones to greet the ship.

Slowly, the mighty beast edged its way closer, lazily rocking with the rhythm of the ocean. From here, the tatters and scorch marks on the sails were easy to make out as well as the many long gashes and shallow breaks running over the ship’s body. There was no mistaking that the vessel was battered more than once, the scars adding to its intimidating presence. It took another half an hour before it finally dropped anchor and was officially announced as docked.

♠ Zonran ♠
There was quite a bustle above: steps, yelling, creaking, thuds, splashes, shrieking, clacking. It sounded like bad news, but perhaps that would give Zonran a chance for a getaway. He took in a lungful of air to test the smell just to find the same scents from before – salt, mold, blood, piss. He heaved a sign and finally cracked an eye open to check for his little keeper. Like expected, the lanky man was still sitting on his tiny wooden stool picking at his nose, though now he also had a very pleased smile plastered on his face. Zonran didn’t like that, then again, he didn’t like anything about this man. For a moment, he contemplated saying something, maybe he could bait the bastard into telling him what was going on outside. However, before he could reach any sort of decision, there was such an uproar above followed by undeniable sounds of cheering that far surpassed anything he had heard here. In fact, he was sure all that noise couldn’t be coming from the ship.
 
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Viaryn
As Viaryn traversed the busy streets of Paitore, he passed by several communities of beautiful homes and streets that were littered with people of all kinds. He took in the sights and stood in awe before realizing he was going to be late as he checked his wristwatch, "Oh shoots, better hurry or Mr. Bedlam will be mad at me again!" Darting down the streets, he ran into the marketplace and spotted his boss setting down a pot of spice. Viaryn could already tell that he was going to be yelled at again, "Why do I always get distracted by the houses," he thought to himself as he braced himself for Mr. Bedlam's booming voice. Instead, much to his surprise, his boss tossed him his apron and told him to man the shop. The boy looked at the apron and back up to see his boss walking away, "Wait what, alone?! SIR?! MR. BEDLAM?!!" Viaryn held the apron in his hand and was at a complete loss. Normally he'd be yelled at and hit on the head for being late, but this time was different. "SORRY I WAS LATE! I GOT DISTRACTED BY THE- and he's gone..." He shouted and proceeded to walk into the shop, the door's bell ringing as he pulled open the front door. Viaryn walked inside setting his bag down behind the counter and taking off his coat to prepare for his shift.

The shop was fairly small and not in the best shape, but its shelves stacked with various goods and items for everyday use. From the counter, he could watch each customer as they walked in and out to make sure nothing was stolen. Business here was quite frequent and Viaryn mostly took inventory and assisted customers, while Mr. Bedlam would loiter behind the counter to ring up purchases or to bark packaging orders at him. As he stood behind the counter, he rolled his sleeves up and took out a jar of metal polish for his arm. It was looking quite dirty from collecting dust and random debris from working and he'd neglected it for far too long. As he polished the prosthetic, he watched outside the window as people walked by. Satisfied with the result, he set off to complete whatever he could do in the meantime.
 
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The walk to and then through the city had been longer than Ashfa had expected, due to the crowds of people walking about. After being on the road and travelling for quite a while, it seemed she had forgotten how crowded cities could get, especially on days like these. She had literally grabbed the end of Ylva's coat, holding on tightly so that she wouldn't be whisked away from people walking in the opposite direction. Unlike her partner, she was rather small and it wouldn't take much for her to literally be lost in a crowd like this.

"So many people... so many colours... it's quite grand, isn't it?" Ash didn't really expect a response from the other woman, unsure if she even heard her, but it was nice to speak her thoughts out loud when she knew no one else would bother to overhear her. The nice thing about crowds such as these was that they were good to hide in, to be inconspicuous. Everyone was so busy and wrapped up in their own affairs that they wouldn't pay either of them heed.

At last the two reached the cliff that looked down to the harbour. Ashfa rose up on her toes in excitement, eyes bright and cheeks flushed as she took in both the sight of the ships as well as the water beyond. She breathed in deeply, practically tasting the salt in the air. It was invigorating.

However, there were still things for her to do in the city. Having been travelling with the barest minimum stops for more than a few weeks had left their supplies depleted. Food was a necessity, but Ashfa was more concerned for her medicinal plants, perhaps a new mortal and pestle, and other such smaller odd items.

"You probably have things to do here..." She looked to Ylva, smiling at her friend. "And I know you'd rather I was not around... so how about I go back into the city and buy supplies? Once I'm done I'll return here... latest by evening."

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Ylva Uærlig​

Ylva felt conflicted about crowds. On one hand she quite liked them for the anonymity they afforded her. In a crowd like this she could move without the town guards or anyone else giving her a second glance. Even the scars of her face drew nothing more than the stares of curious children. On the other hand though, Ylva hated having roughly twenty other people in her personal space at any given moment and having to constantly forge a path through the living maze of bodies.

"So many people... so many colours... it's quite grand, isn't it?"

“It’s alright I suppose.” Ylva said, stealing a glance at their surroundings. Truth be told this town looked pretty similar to the other similar sized towns she had visited over the years, busier right now maybe, but still broadly the same. Not that she had the heart to tell Ash this. Her friend had an enthusiasm for seeing new places that Ylva wondered if she had ever had when she was that age. Regardless she had no intention of squashing it, even accidentally. It wasn’t an easy life they lived and it was nice to see Ash enjoying herself.

By the time the pair finally made it to the cliffs that overlooked that city docks, a little of Ashfa’s excitement had spilled over to Ylva and just for a moment she shut her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the breeze running through her hair and smell of salt creeping up her nose. Opening her eyes again, Ylva cast a sidelong glance at her friend, grinned slightly and then returned her gaze to the scene in front of her. It was only now that she really paid attention the the large battered ship that was slowly lumbering its way into port.

Sailors were some of Ylva’s favorite clientele. As a rule, when they came ashore they tended to be flush in coin and in need of the sort of remedies for prolonged boredom that were Ylva’s stock-in-trade. And as a bonus they tended to leave town fairly irreversibly almost as quickly as they had arrived. Ylva always preferred customers who had set departure schedules. There was so much less chance of them hanging around to answer annoying questions like ‘Who sold you this?’ and ‘What did she look like?’

"You probably have things to do here… And I know you'd rather I was not around... so how about I go back into the city and buy supplies? Once I'm done I'll return here... latest by evening."

For a moment Ylva thought about what Ash had said. “That’s probably for the best.” Truth be told she wasn’t wild about the idea of splitting up so completely in a town that was quite so busy but there was truth in what Ash said. Besides the girl was an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of herself, and they did need supplies.

With the feelings of unease in her stomach mostly quelled Ylva turned to start heading down towards the hustle and bustle of the docks but paused after a few steps. “Watch yourself and trouble finds you hide where we slept last night.” Ylva wasn’t the type to hug, instead giving Ashfa a reassuring smile, as much for herself as her friend and then restarted her journey down towards the ships below.​

 
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There was no denying that the newly arrived ship was the center of attention in the harbour, if not the whole city, but not everyone was lured in to stand by its side where the boldly carved out letters spelled ‘debellator’. There were plenty of people who had to do their jobs whether they liked it or not and miss the special arrival just so they could continue to scrape by. Others weren’t as easily impressed or chose to wait out the initial buzz, bidding their time until the ship showed off more than its exterior. And then there were those that had more important things to do like slipping past the busy and currently preoccupied guards to do their less than savory deeds.

On the rocky shore there was a small fish market where all the sailors would sell their freshly caught fish. Besides it there were a few houses, some of them inns, others bars trying to reel in the most profits from the sea stranded slobs. It was exactly around here where most people that had some free time from running around or taking care of ships gathered. Amongst them, there was an occasional honest man looking for a cheap drink and an opportunity to get his land feet back, however the majority of sailors just wanted to spend their earnings to break the routine and have some quick rowdy fun before setting back to sea.

Exactly what that ‘fun’ entailed was a personal matter for each man – some wished to get so wasted they could no longer stand, yet alone see straight, some craved a woman’s softer touch, even if it was just for the short night, while others wanted their mind to fly alongside the clouds and forget every worry there is. Of course, there were those that would take all three if they got the chance. With the ship weeding out all the kinder folk, it was an even easier picking. There was a small group of humans, chatting and snickering while overlooking the view of the ocean. After a few more shared jokes, the group broke up to form two pairs and a trio that all set their own ways, still in high spirits.

None of them looked like high class men, their rags, bad odor and a few missing teeth pointing in the opposite direction entirely. They walked with a mission – their eyes silently creeping off to inspect passersby as if they were lovely cuts in a butchers shop, yet none seem to hold quite what the man was looking for.

♠ Zonran ♠

Swaying, swaying. Just like before, the ship continued to lull, completely disregarding when the crowd got louder or quieter. It made harder for Zonran to understand what was going on, let alone where they currently were. Just moments ago, another man had come down to their modest room to exchange a few words with his gangly keeper. They tried to whisper, just to realize they couldn’t hear each other at all because of the ruckus, then settled for normal speech. Sadly, even that was difficult to hear from across the room and what bits the mix-breed managed to catch he couldn’t really decipher. Once the other man was gone, his keeper marched over to the bars separating them, his eyes dark even as his lips curved upwards. On his way, the man’s long, lean fingers grabbed a metal pole that Zonran had been introduced to quite a few times now – none of them left a good impression.​
 
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Ylva moved much faster on her descent into the docks. Partly this was because she was heading downhill but it was also because unlike Ashfa, she had no interest in observing her surroundings in any more detail than that that could be done at a fast walk. That being said, Ylva wondered if her friend would have been quite so interested in this part of the town. While the rest of the settlement hadn’t exactly been a marvel of architecture, at least to Ylva’s mind, the buildings here were more brutally functional in design and densely packed, making use of every inch of space between the cliffs and the sea.

For a while Ylva weaved her way around the docks, striding back and forth along the various alleyways and thoroughfares while she worked out where the best place to set herself up for today was. Eventually she opted for an alleyway leading away from the doors of one of the busier bars in the area. The alleyway was already well populated with ladies of the night, some of whom were less than pleased to see an unknown newcomer settling onto their turf but a few strategically handed out samples and well placed words was enough to soothe the ruffled feathers as the ladies realized that Ylva wasn’t a competitor.

For Ylva, the cost of the samples was money well spent. Most importantly, they acted to indirectly advertise her and her wares to people who today at least, were sinking deep into a well of poor life choices but might otherwise pass on the bliss that Ylva had to offer. Secondly, they served to make sure that other occupants of the street were at worst ambivalent towards Ylva, allowing her to hide amongst them. In a place where she didn’t know the every detail of daily life, whores made things a lot easier. They and Ylva needed a similar environment in which to ply their trade and they were hyper aware of changes to those conditions. For Ylva they were almost like canaries in a mine, if they were suddenly trying to not be somewhere then it was a good bet that Ylva should also try to be somewhere else too. The only negative with hiding amongst whores was the occasional person trying to get a little too personal and that was an easy enough problem to solve.

Once Ylva found a spot she was happy with, she spent a few minutes rearranging the contents of her bag so that her products would be easily within her reach and yet still hidden from the casual observer whilst at the same time filling a small pouch hung on the back of her belt an assortment of her wares for immediate access. That done, Ylva pulled of her dark coat, placing it neatly behind her bag, and then loosened the top strings of her tunic a little in an effort to look slightly less conspicuous before settling in to wait for business to come her way.​

 

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Giving Ylva one last wave, Ashfa turned away from the docks. She knew she needn't be worried about the older and much more experienced woman, but it was difficult to simply be at ease. Hopefully whoever she met wouldn't be too shady and would buy whatever Ylva had to sell.


As for the young deorsum, she made her way back into the crowded city. With no one to follow, it was rather easy to get lost and not even know it. For a while she simply let herself be pushed along with the crowd, trying to see over the taller people for some shops that might catch her eye. There were many stalls that did, but alas to get to them was a trial in itself. Her first few attempts involved disgruntled looks and muttered swears; thereafter she decided not to try.


Quite some time passed before Ashfa finally made it out of the main hub of the city. Letting out a sigh, she leaned against a wall, simply watching the others pass as she took a sip of water from her canteen. All that walking and being shoved about left her quite thirsty. When she finally finished, she secured the stopper in her canteen before actually taking note that she had taken refuge by a shop.


"Might as well start here," she said to herself. With only the slightest hint of trepidation, she entered the shop.


For the past few hours, Viaryn had been going down his usual list of work and checking off the things that he’d completed already. It had been nearly 2 hours since the shop had been left in his hands and for his first time, he could confidently say that it had been going quite smoothly. Most customers had simple needs and their items were easy to find, as well as they themselves being very nice and kind.


He made his way back to the front of the shop and leaned against the shelves behind, being extra careful not to hit anything that Mr. Bedlam considered valuable. The last thing that he wanted was to lose pay, especially since he was extra late today. Hopefully his boss would be proud of his work today and decide not to dock any at all. The bell jingled and he looked up to see a young deorsum woman entering the shop. Moving closer, he cleared his throat and spoke as politely as possible, “Good Morning and welcome to the shop, feel free to browse to your heart’s content. I’m Viaryn and if there’s anything you need at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”


"Oh!" Ashfa jumped a little, flushing a little when she realized she did. Of course there would be someone to greet in a shop. What did she expect? "Um... good day to you too...Thank you." She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, thinking of what to say in reply to his cheerful welcome. "I... I shall..."


She looked away from the fellow -Viaryn, she reminded herself- and looked towards the various shelves to see if there was anything she might need. It seemed as if this place wasn't dedicated to only one type of thing; she could see variety of different items up for sale.


"I...um I'm looking for-" She paused, realizing she had never introduced herself even though the shopkeeper had. "Forgive me... I forgot to mention my name... it's Ashfa." She inclined her head a little before continuing. "Do... do you have a mortar and pestle?"


Upon closer inspection, Viaryn noted that she was very pretty. Occasionally he would go back to toying with his arm, finding little things to either repair or tune up due to the discomfort it brought him. The sound of her voice caught his attention as he looked back up at her and could tell that she wasn’t very social. Judging by her reaction entering the shop, she may be new in town or was returning for the first time in years. Though he felt that it was the former.


“That’s a pretty name. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said with a smile, bowing slightly and turning to pull a book from a shelf, “Mortar and pestle...Hmm, we received a shipment of goods a couple days ago….Ah, here it is,” he spoke to himself in a low, hushed tone. Jotting a couple notes down, he checked a couple more things to confirm, “Perfect, we do indeed have the items you require.”

Viaryn set the book down and began to walk from behind the counter, “If you would be so kind as to follow me, it should be in the back over here.” He pointed to the top of the back shelves and proceed to procure a ladder so that he could reach. Setting it down, the young deorsum climbed up and reached for the requested items and inspected them to make sure they were in good condition for purchase. After confirming that they were good, he slid down and tucked the ladder in a corner.


”Here you are,” he said, handing the items to the young woman.


"Oh...uhm thank you very much." Ashfa held them gingerly at first, looking over to make sure they were fine and not faulty like the previous ones she had found. Once she was satisfied, however she reached for her money pouch, willing to pay right away for it. She wasn't one to simply waste money, but if she needed something and knew the price was right and not inflated, there was no reason for her not to.


She blinked, her free hand patting at her waist for her pouch. "It's... it's gone!" The colour seemed to drain from her face. "My money... someone stole my pouch..." It was hard to say it out loud, as if she had to drag the words out of her mouth. "Someone... in the crowd... I should have been more careful..."


Her mind was at a loss. What was she going to do? Most of her savings had been in there. She had gotten so used to being in the wilderness where thieves didn't matter that she had foolishly forgotten to keep her coin someplace safer.


"I'm... I'm sorry, but I can't buy this now..."


Well this was a first, but also not completely unexpected. It was quite common for outsiders to lose coin when first arriving in town. Especially around market areas, local thugs would blend in with the crowd and steal from unsuspecting folks. He would have almost experienced it firsthand if it weren’t for his time spent being a shoe shiner and watching people come and go. Viaryn sighed and rested his left hand on his hip while his right was scratching his tilted head, ”Well this doesn’t sound good….Hmmmm….”


He stood very still for a moment, softly speaking to himself trying to figure out the best course of action. ”She definitely doesn’t seem to be the type to commit a crime, but I can’t be too sure. Mr. Bedlam would be angry if he found out i’d just given merchandise away too. I could just offer to hold the items for her until she can get the money to pay for it….That seems like a good option to me.”


Settling the issue in his mind, Viaryn smiled reassuringly and clapped his hands together, ”I’ll tell you what, I can hold these for you if you want until you can find a way to pay for them. Does that sound fair to you, Miss Ashfa? I can tell that you are trustworthy enough and I’m not the type to be really harsh.”


Ashfa thought it over for a moment before letting out a small sigh. It was kind of him to offer, even if it wasn’t the mortar and pestle she was worried about compared to her missing purse. “Thank you… that is very kind of you. I… my companion should have some money on her… I will probably come back tomorrow to buy it from you.” It would be embarrassing to ask Ylva for money since she’d always proved herself to be useful in money matters. Still, there was nothing else to do.


I’ll pay her back soon enough. Once she had the supplies she needed, she would be able to make her usual medicinal balms, tinctures, as well as brew other concoctions that she could sell for good money


She took a deep breath and nodded at Viaryn. “Thank you once again… I’ll take my leave for now… but tomorrow I’ll surely come again. Your shop is very lovely.” She bowed her head before heading for the door.


In response, Viaryn took the items and put them aside for her. He followed behind her as she made her way towards the door and walked back behind the counter. As she took her leave, he waved and smiled, “May fortune smile upon you and many thanks for the compliment!” With that done, he sank back into his reclining position and sighed, rubbing his fingers along the bridge of his nose. Knowing himself, he would probably take it upon himself to try and find it. Luckily, he might know some people who would, but it would also be his biggest problem given the nature of his relationship with these people.[/hr]
 

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Three men walked, more precisely stumbled and wobbled their way forward, down the narrow streets of the harbour. Slowly and with lots of laughter, the three drunk sailors found their way into an alley full of the prettiest women they have ever seen, at least in their humble opinion. The ladies immediately flocked them, interested more so in the contents of their pockets than the men themselves. Two of the guys melted into their hands, lulled by their seductive voices, but the tallest man gave the sly night butterflies a quick once-over and pushed passed them, since none had what they had come to look for.

For someone so utterly drunk, the tall reliquit’s eyes were sharp, going over the crowd and every face with interest that always morphed into disappointment until his gaze was captured by a lady further back, far too cold and serious to belong with the other women here. Captivated by the woman’s mysterious charm, he strode through the small yet rowdy crowd towards her, trying to hide the unsteadiness of his steps to the best of his current intoxicated ability. Once he finally made it to her side, he placed a forearm alongside the wall, more so to hold himself up then actually cut off her exits, but it effectively did both, Well, ulalalala, what is such a pretty face doing in a place like this? Even though the man’s words were complimenting her appearance, he paid no attention to her scared face and instead eyed her bag, You wouldn’t happen to go around giving away bliss, would you?

~oOo~​

The door’s bell rang twice, while the two young deorsums, Ashfa and Viaryn, chatted away and found a gloomy surprise. It announced the arrival of new customers, a round old man shooting dirty looks left and right as he lumbered over to the shelves filled with drinks and a woman dressed in clothes that had obviously seen better days. Just as Ashfa headed towards the door the middle aged woman sighed very loudly, Finally! I thought that tiny scavenger would never leave, wasting our precious time for naught! right after she turned around to face the current shop keeper, Hey boy, I need 500 grams of the spice mix ‘Sandy nights’ and 500 grams of ‘Smokey fire’,” she demanded directing with her thumb to the outside where the pots of spices stood, trying to lure in more customers.

♠ Zonran ♠

The metal rang loud as it chattered to the floor just to be replaced with thicker bands of the same shiny material – the only difference being that these weren’t connected to the floor or the wall of his cage. Zonran groaned and huffed as the four men, three of which just recently joined them to help with this task: to get the mix-breed from his current bounds and into new, mobile ones. Their hands jostling him and his sore muscles around weren’t appreciated, but the prospect of finally going somewhere, anywhere but here definitely was. It took them a quite a while to finish up and be satisfied with their work, even if Zonran complied with their pokes and jabs just to make this faster. When they tugged to force him to walk, he wanted to tug back and slam their faces into the nearest solid object, yet he had to restrain the urge and follow along if he wished to breathe fresh air again.

They made their way through the ship, going through corridors where everyone seemed in a hurry carrying boxes and barrels and climbing up ladders that were too small and shaky, navigating their way towards the deck. He was ready for joy, for unquestionable glee at seeing the sun after so much time, yet the first rays of sunshine forced him to crunch up his face and duck his head in blaring pain. Figures.
 
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Ashfa paused in mid-step when she heard the woman's words. She might have been shy and didn't speak much, but it certainly didn't mean she was deaf. There was a crease on her forehead and a tremble to her lips as she turned away from the door, though as soon as she saw the woman, any idea of saying something to the woman left her. She wasn't Ylva, she was just a small thing who didn't like confrontations. Letting out a small breath, she quickly opened the door and exited.

Outside, she stood by the shop once more, though this time it was with her backpack off on the ground. Perhaps she still had some money stashed in there with her herbs? She knelt down on the ground, ignoring the small pebbles poking her legs through her skirt as she riffled through the backpack.

Nothing, she finally concluded, head slumping a little. As she sighed unhappily, Ashfa buckled her backpack shut once more before standing up, brushing the dust off her knees. Once she was finally somewhat settled, grabbed her backpack and slung it back on again.

Now what? She didn't know what she was supposed to do. She couldn't buy anything without money... She blinked, recalling the couple of pots of ointment as well as a bottle of tincture in her bag. Looking back to the shop, a look of thoughtfulness came over her. Perhaps she could sell them here for some coin?

With those thoughts, Ashfa re-entered the shop.​
 
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Viaryn watched as Ashfa proceeded to leave the shop and noticed two others walking in. He politely dipped his head and watched as the stocky man perused the shelves of drinks. His companion, a woman who was well-dressed huffed and said something quite rude:

“Finally! I thought that tiny scavenger would never leave, wasting our precious time for naught!”

While Viaryn was generally in a good mood and happy to help any customer, whether they be rude or not, he did not appreciate her tone towards Ashfa. He took notice of Ashfa's reaction and guessed that she, too had heard the remark that came from that woman's mouth. However, he could not say much given his position, so he forced a fake smile and listened to the rude woman's request.

“Hey boy, I need 500 grams of the spice mix ‘Sandy nights’ and 500 grams of ‘Smokey fire’,”

The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly at her tone, and Viaryn nodded, "Of course, If you and your associate would please wait here for a moment. I can measure them out for you and bring them back."

Turning his head towards the door, he saw Ashfa hunched over and rummaging through her bag. He really empathized with her situation and hoped that something would work out. As he escorted the two customers out of the shop, Viaryn almost bumped into Ashfa, who was making her way back into the shop.

He looked at her and made a quick peek back towards the two. Viaryn leaned in slightly and whispered, "I'm sorry about that, some people in this town are just born that way. If you would wait for just a moment."

Viaryn walked over to the pots of spice, checking the labels for the correct ones and began to fill two bags with the requested spices. As he replaced the lids of the spices, he turned back towards Ashfa as he opened the door for her, "Is there anything that I can help you with?"

 
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The flurry of activity from the ladies further along the street was like a knock on the door for Ylva. Taking care to seem disinterested, she watched out of the corner of her eye as a trio of men were surrounded by offers of an enjoyable half hour. For two of the group, this seemed to be exactly what they were looking for and they melted away into the shadows with their new ‘girlfriends’. The third man however was clearly looking for something special and Ylva watched him with more scrutiny than before as he made his way towards her. She didn’t feel particularly threatened when the man laid his arm against the wall, blocking her in. He had the walk and smell of the generously sloshed and Ylva was sure her reactions were faster and that she could push him over easily enough.

“Well, ulalalala, what is such a pretty face doing in a place like this? “You wouldn’t happen to go around giving away bliss, would you?”

Ylva had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the greeting come chat up line. Even if the man was doing it to be surreptitious in his search for the goods Ylva sold, it was a shit line that she had heard hundreds if not thousands of times before. Men it seemed weren't overly original creatures as a rule. Still, he was a customer and she was at least sort of pretending to be a whore so she gave the man a sultry smile for the look of the thing.

“I don’t give away anything darling. For five impos though I can give you everything you’ll need to find heaven.”

“Heaven you say? How could I resist an offer like that.”

For a moment the sailor’s fingers fumbled in his coin pouch before his hand withdrew and the coin in his palm saw the light of day. As fast as she could, Ylva grabbed the hand with the coin in it and used it to pull the sailor into what appeared from the outside to be an intimate grasp before letting out a fake sultry giggle. Unseen, her fingers probed the edge of the coin in the man’s hand. When she was satisfied that the sailor wasn’t trying to cheat her, her fingers closed around the coin and a moment later Ylva slipped a thin glass vial into her customer’s trouser pocket, pressing it against the leg to make him aware of its presence.

“A word of advice,” Ylva whispered into the ear by her lips. “Find a nice quiet alley to lie down in before you drink that. We wouldn’t want you walking out of a high window and having a little accident, now would we?” Ylva wasn’t sure if her customers ever heeded her advice but a mixture of her conscience and good business sense made her at least try warn them against taking what she sold them in places where a warped sense of reality could be terminally risky.

For a moment the sailor did nothing to acknowledge what she had said but then suddenly he pulled Ylva into their embrace even more tightly.

“How about I buy another one, and you come lie down with me. I’ve heard that’s a lot of fun.”

For a second Ylva was lost for words, but only for a second; it wasn’t an entirely unexpected situation and Ylva was nothing if not prepared. She couldn’t see the sailor’s face but she guessed his smile had been wiped from it when she heard a sharp intake of breath through suddenly gritted teeth.

“You’re going to let go of me right now,” Ylva stated calmly. “You’re going to let go of me and go about whatever the hell your business is and I’ll put this down to the effects of drink instead of leaving you to bleed in the gutter. Got it?”

At first nothing happened as the sailor processed all the information available to him, but then slowly and gingerly he released his hold on Ylva before taking a step back. He didn’t see the slap coming and stood there mouth gaping as his cheek reddened.

“Now, get lost.” Ylva hissed, the tip of her knife visible in her palm to help reinforce the message. The slap hadn’t really been necessary Ylva mused as she watched the sailor slink away, hand held to his face. It really had felt good though.​

 

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Whatever had been going on and attracting everyone’s attention by the battered ship was clearly reaching its end, at the very least an end to the common folk, since now they were turning home leaving only the wealthier ones behind. The streets around the harbour filled up once again as the big crowd that welcomed the newly arrived vessel slowly dispersed and flooded back into the city. Even the smaller roads and hidden alleys saw an increase of activity; though it wasn’t necessarily in a bad way as for some it was the perfect chance to sell their fares quickly and without much of a commotion since everyone was in a hurry to get back to their own business.

This was exactly the case for a small man waddling at top speed back to his precious shop left in the care of a child. He kept a tight grip on the bundle in his arms that he was sure would make a great addition to the beautiful ornaments he kept on the wall behind the counter – they never failed to get his clients’ attention, which always lead to interesting stories and new friends, or at least gave him a small chance to gloat. Sadly, not everyone was able to appreciate these wonderful decorations and currently they were forced to withstand the powerful glare of a blacksmith that would surely set these trinkets on fire if he could. The round man had just slammed a pair of bottles on the counter and now had to wait for the little boy to finish attending to that old hag before he could buy his damned alcohol. So to pass the time, with his eyes he picked apart the lanterns, sculptures and other oddities that scared the world with their hideousness.

To the blacksmith’s dismay, the old hag sauntered over to him not too long after the little boy had left the shop to get her spices, her basket full of colourful sweets and other nonsense he had no idea people at these days. “You do realize ladies always get to go first, correct?” The man snorted in answer, “Don’ see any ladies ‘ere,” but he already was uncrossing his arms to grab the two bottles of the counter and allow the woman upfront, since at the end of the day, he really didn’t care. Regardless, the woman did amuse him with a shocked gasp, her eyes widening ridiculously as her hand went up to cover her ajar mouth, like he had dropped the worst insult there was. She recovered just as quickly and on her way to the counter tried to give him a shove with her basket, though the man saw it coming from a mile away, so it was rather easy to side step and avoid. With her feathers ruffled, the woman banged her items extra loudly on the table and like that the two were left to wait for the little boy’s return.

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It took a few minutes for Zonran’s eyes to adjust to the increased brightness outside, but when they finally did he saw the same deck from before, though this time it wasn’t the endless blue wherever you look that greeted him. Instead, there was a shore he didn’t recognize littered with so many buildings unlike any he had ever seen, yet the view still brought him relief and a tiny spark of happiness – anything was better than that depressing blue. It was a lot noisier here than back in the jungle, probably because of the big crowd of people not too far from the ship shrieking and shouting as if they were being slaughtered. Luckily, most of them seemed to be leaving, or at least heading further into the island, so his ears shouldn’t be suffering for too long.

Zonran didn’t get to familiarize himself any more with the new scenery as the men around him finally sorted out whatever it was they were talking about and started pushing him forward again. He expected the deck to be a lot busier than this, but there were only...what, five-six people around besides his nannies? Either way, there was no time to make a head count, since he was currently being forced to walk down the plank which groaned in protest under his feet, not used to carrying someone with such a heavy ass. One – three – five steps and the mix-breed finally touched steady ground again, warm and slightly wet under his toes. A few more steps away from the ocean and the first gasps reached his ears coming from startled humans that caught a glimpse of him. Let them gawk; right now he really couldn’t bother to care about anything other than a way to get out and away from these pricks.
 
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Suddenly, he turned his attention back to the two customers waiting momentarily and he looked back to Ashfa. He didn't want to keep them waiting for too long. Especially since they appeared to be the impatient types. So he let out a tiny sigh and stepped inside.

"Apologies again, but if you would follow me inside and wait for just a moment?" Viaryn quickly passed by the two customers and once again behind the counter.

"About time," The woman huffed as she tapped the counter, "Well, how much will this cost? I would like to be on my way soon."

Viaryn nooded, "My apologies, ma'am. I have the items you requested. 500 grams of 'Sandy Nights' and 'Smokey Fire'," he flipped through the price log kept on a shelf on his left and tapped the page with the price on it. "Your total comes up to 20 Impos. And for you sir," Viaryn leaned a little to the right, "I will be right with you, but your total is 15 Impos and 20 Unis."

In response, the older man simply grunted and bid his time as Viaryn retrieved something to wrap up the woman's items. He bundled up the two containers of spice and handed them to the woman after taking her money and depositing it within a safe box that his boss used. As she left in a hurry, Viaryn proceeded to do the same for the round man. After they left, Viaryn had his hands full with several more customers and their orders. Hours passed and it was no longer morning, but well into the afternoon and the boy had been working nearly non-stop. Plopping down on a stool, he pulled out a box of food from his bag and proceeded to take his lunch break.

"Man, I wonder when the boss is going to be back. I don't know how he does it."

 

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"It's... it's fine, don't worry... I can wait." Ashfa didn't mind at all the Viaryn had to leave her to tend to his other costumers. He was an employee after all, and she had just told him earlier than she had no money on her person. She was sure if his boss found out he was wasting time on a lass who couldn't even pay for good, the young man would surely get in trouble. That wouldn't be very nice, especially after how nice he was being to her.

She moved into a corner, keeping herself inconspicuous. After the first comment from the rather forceful woman, Ashfa didn't feel the need to hear anything more than would further sully her mood. To be fair, it wasn't as if she hadn't heard such talk in her direction before. However, the last few years with Ylva had proved much more peaceful, leaving darker times memories that she didn't often revisit.

Watching the blacksmith and the woman was something of an education though. It seemed to her as if the pushy woman was not very nice to anyone, leave alone her. Ashfa's mouth twitched when she witnessed the blacksmith's dry yet rather good comeback to the woman's attitude. She knew she'd never be able to come up with something like that herself, but it was fun to witness.

It was more than a moment that Ashfa had to wait before Viaryn was free though. She had occupied herself with looking around the shop, noting different items that she could buy, including different spices that could make bland food taste better, or those items that would interest Ylva. After this, she decided to head outside, attempting to sell one of her potions, but that didn't fare too well.

The sun was past its zenith when she returned into the shop, hoping to find a free Viaryn so that she could talk to him. When she saw him, she realized he was eating.

"Oh- I'll come back later then." Somewhat embarrassed to have bothered him again when he was busy, Ashfa started backing towards the door yet again.
 

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Ylva Uærlig

After the encounter with the overly friendly sailor, the rest of the morning passed without incident for Ylva. It had been a slow start to the day's proceedings. Eventually though the traffic passing through the alley had picked up and so had the number of customers. It would be wrong to say that Ylva’s wares were flying off the shelves, but it was as profitable a morning's work as any other Ylva had had in a fair while. Her investment is the ladies of the street had been well placed. Several of them had brought their customers to her before they conducted their own business. Some of the ladies had even bought what Ylva was selling for their own consumption as far as she could make out.

When the sun’s progression across the sky meant that even in the narrow alleyway the shadows had all but disappeared, Ylva decided to pack up her wares. She firmly believed in quitting while she was ahead. The coin she had made so far today was more than enough to cover any needs she or Ashfa would have for a while. That being said as Ylva left the alley, she handed out a few more samples to the ladies she passed. She didn’t know if she was going to want to ply her wares here again, but it cost her relatively little to hedge her bets on maybe.

With business out of the way for today Ylva turned her attentions to other priorities, of which lunch was at the top of the list. After than she planned to spend some more time exploring the docks. She told herself that it would be for purely business reasons; it's never hurt to have a couple of likely spots for future use. In reality though, Ylva knew, she wanted to explore just to be a bit nosey. Sometime it was pleasant to be a bit of a tourist.

As she pondered what she might find hidden away in the maze that was the docks, an image of the enormous ship she had seen pulling into port earlier flashed across her mind. That ship had essentially had interesting written all over it's ragged sails and Ylva suspected that it might of been at least part of the reason why business had been so brisk today. All in all it was likely something worth checking out and Ylva added it to her to do list. Food first, ship second.

Some time later, with a half eaten pastry that probably contained fish in hand, Ylva rounded corner where the ship had docked and took in the visage in front of her.​

 
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