[center][h1][color=8a0707]Hayden[/color][/h1][/center]

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Hayden was one of the last off the ship, haven fallen asleep in his room. He was awakened by some yelling and groggily gathered his things and strapped on his shield to his back. He fixed himself up in the mirror and rolled his shoulders. "Well hayden, got yourself in a right good mess, eh?" A knock on the door sounded and he opened it revealing a well built crewman who told him they'd docked. Mumbling his affirmations to the other man's amusement, Hayden took his leave. Making sure he had his Writ in his secret pocket. He had several with his gold and family crest. But he doughted the latter would mean much now... He was on the run from them. From [I]her[/I]. He made his way above deck and breathed in the smell of the sea. His otter instincts told him that he should go swim, play in the water. But he knew that it was probably really dirty around these parts.

Walking the gangplank he noted a flash of color and saw the market. He almost instantly started drooling at the smells as he walked towards it. Grabbing some fresh fish, smoky rainbow bass which was his favorite, he walked towards the destination the others had reached before him. He finished his fish before he entered the pub, a smile on his face. He weaved his way through the crowd. He spotted the mar and made his way towards it when he noticed someone there. "Yeva..." He recognized her and walked over, waving. "Yeva!" He was grinning as he took a seat next to the smaller woman. He asked the barkeep for a mug of hot cider, spiced if at all possible.