Post by Nerva Kanabe Evandrus on Jul 5, 2010 5:32:53 GMT -5
The salty breeze that swept over the sea hitting him in the face, scattering his brown hair around his neck, some of it clinging to the spray from the ocean he’d got walking across the deck of the ship. Today the waves were tireless, but not at a dangerous level, and they were quite the sight to sit and watch. As the ship came in and man worked to tie her to the dock and get the ramp off steady he took notice of people sitting around just watching the lively ocean. Most of the waves were caused by the ships coming and going this busy day. With the sounds of his feet stepping lightly across the deck, then the ramp and dock where he took a moment to turn back towards the ship. With a stern nod he reached with his white-gloved hand and gave the man in ownership of the vessel some gold.
The dock creaked under his feet but he ignored it, along with the seagulls screaming in the background as they fought over some smaller mud crabs scuttling across the beach. Taking one hand he brushed all of his hair back, to stop it from sticking to his skin. He looked over the docks of Anvil with a sort of calm and peaceful aura to him. A soft smile showed on his lips for a moment. It was like he was coming home he’d not set foot here for how long now? He’d almost forgotten track of time, most of the people here would mistake him being a visitor from somewhere else.
Swaying comfortably with his steps, feeling the scabbard of his sword rubbing his side, as it hid within his over coat/cloak. His other hand simply held the straps of his back and carried by his side. He stepped lightly and headed inside the Flowing Bowl, the closest place, and made his way to the bar where he sat down and ordered his first drink being back home. Then the bartender turned he laughed and gave the older man a rough pat on the shoulder. An old acquaintance happy to see him again, served him and gave him a few newsprints to look over. “seems I have been gone to long” he stated voice dry and raspy yet some how kind. He tilted back his glass of rum as his eyes scanned over a few copies of the Black Horse Courier.
The dock creaked under his feet but he ignored it, along with the seagulls screaming in the background as they fought over some smaller mud crabs scuttling across the beach. Taking one hand he brushed all of his hair back, to stop it from sticking to his skin. He looked over the docks of Anvil with a sort of calm and peaceful aura to him. A soft smile showed on his lips for a moment. It was like he was coming home he’d not set foot here for how long now? He’d almost forgotten track of time, most of the people here would mistake him being a visitor from somewhere else.
Swaying comfortably with his steps, feeling the scabbard of his sword rubbing his side, as it hid within his over coat/cloak. His other hand simply held the straps of his back and carried by his side. He stepped lightly and headed inside the Flowing Bowl, the closest place, and made his way to the bar where he sat down and ordered his first drink being back home. Then the bartender turned he laughed and gave the older man a rough pat on the shoulder. An old acquaintance happy to see him again, served him and gave him a few newsprints to look over. “seems I have been gone to long” he stated voice dry and raspy yet some how kind. He tilted back his glass of rum as his eyes scanned over a few copies of the Black Horse Courier.