It was the most enjoyable thing, Seki thought, to watch the town awaken. He walked the streets, the [i]click-klack-click-klack[/i] the wooden discs decorating his arms announcing his presence long before it was seen. He had just come ashore from a long sea voyage aboard [i]The Throttled Noah[/i], a grand ship now resupplying at the dock. It had been a simple arrangement: labor in exchange for passage off the Zukane Archipelago. It wasn't the first such arrangement Seki had made, but he nonetheless always found himself grateful when good solid earth was once again under his feet. 

It wasn't long before he came to a small market square. Stopping to think for a moment he reached into his bag and pulled out a small bag of rise. He tossed it in the air a few times, weighing it, before sighing. His provisions were getting fairly low. There was surly a job he could find here that would let him buy a little more food. Being on a holy mission was all very well and good but what would happen to his charges should a starve to death in a ditch somewhere.

He walked past the blacksmiths shop, waving a cheery hello to the dwarf already hard at work, exchanging nods with the dwarf who stumbled past as though he were still at sea, before finding a cozy little space on the wall. He leaned his staff against it and pressed his back against the cool stone. Across from him a man sat on a porch, looking pensively at the shops. Seki gave him a slight bow.