[center][h3][sub][b]E V A N D E R   W H I T E M A N E[/b][/sub][/h3]
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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Windward Island[/b]
Port Harbor, the Sunken Shepherd
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Looking over his newfound conversation partner as she spoke, he found that she was curiously concealed by the shade and her robes. Hiding? Maybe. Though her soft and gentle tone didn't exactly strike him as one belonging to an infamous rogue or pirate. Then again - perhaps that is all part of the ruse. His thoughts nearly ran away from him, until she spoke of a request for help made by the villagers of the island.

Running a hand casually through his long and messy brown hair, he leaned against the back of the chair upon which he sat, folding his arms across his chest. [color=A9CCE3]"Huh. I never thought this place would be sending out for help. It always seemed so peaceful."[/color]

Once again finding himself at risk of having his thoughts occupy his mind, as he thought of the numerous occasions on which he had earlier visited Windward Island alongside his merchant crew, he returned his focus to the question put to him. [color=A9CCE3]"No. I'm a helmsman on a merchant-ship."[/color], he jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the direction of the docks before folding his arms once more. [color=A9CCE3]"I've been doing that for a few years now. Stuck with this one crew for the last, I'm not sure, two years or so? The merchant's a fella' named Reballo, he's probably down there with a massive crowd... he knows how to draw them in, I'll give him that."[/color] He shuffled in his chair to get a view of the docks below as he spoke, looking out for Reballo. Sure enough, he spotted the stocky fellow luring in more potential customers. His eyes could not help but gaze upward, however, fixing on the abnormally large storm. No doubt it had something to do with this request for help.

As he returned his attention to Solia, turning to face her once more, he caught a slight commotion further inside the tavern which seemed to involve a small group gathered around a table. One of the loudest he saw was instantly recognizable as a fellow from the frozen sea. Tattoos, spartan attire, and a clearly overconfident and brash nature. What could possibly have given it away? He couldn't make out quite what was being said, nor who she was speaking to, but not two seconds after spotting the commotion, Evander [i]did[/i] recognise Chief Talu walk by him towards the group. He couldn't remember speaking to the Chief himself, but he was aware of dealings the stern man had previously had with Reballo.

[color=A9CCE3]"Is that why you're here, then? To help this small island?"[/color], he asked as he looked towards Solia once more.