[center][h1]Aharuhn Seasworn[/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Dawn
[b]Location:[/b] Parlay Cay
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Katurah[sub][@Tae][/sub], Aodh[sub][@Helo][/sub] & Nür[sub][@dreamingflowers][/sub][hr]Aharuhn looked wide-eyed at Katurah, though he didn’t release his grip, as she explained how she ended up joining. What a horrible twist of fate. What a terrible destiny she just subscribed to. The Sea Witch didn’t care for the tears. They were a woman’s daggers. Aside, of course of actual daggers. Though he guessed the catgirl never held a weapon in her life. How she never stumbled in the dark alleys of Parlay Cay is beyond him. Still, after she explained he could not help but laugh. Right as Aodh arrived. For a solid fifteen seconds, he could not stop laughing right in Katurah’s face. [color=00aeef][b]“You are so doomed. So doomed! Play the tunes,  little cat! Play like the fates! Play and play like the wind! Play until we bleed!”[/b][/color]

Then, as quickly as he began laughing he stopped and he turned to Aodh. For a Djinn, the man strangely disregarded the walls full of glyphs. Or perhaps he could not see them. It was something worthy of a test but in the future. [color=00aeef][b]“Go with the Djinn.”[/b][/color] Aharuhn told Katurah as he waved his hand to leave in a very annoyed manner. [color=00aeef][b]“I’ve got omens to tame.”[/b][/color] He said as he already turned his back towards the two. They were no longer important. His senses did not alert him of Katurah. She was no treat. Yet. But now he couldn’t really care about them or if they left. Instead, he began grabbing charts, scrolls, and books. With audible thuds, these heavy scriptures fell upon his central table. For a good few minutes, he just looked at the books and scrolls. Then he threw them all against the wall. None of them held the answer. The glyphs were something different. Something hidden from the sea, by the sea. They taunted him in his cabin. Like eyes looking down upon him. Laughing at his own incompetence. Laughing at his weakness. Too much, it was too much. He swallowed his pride and grabbed a piece of paper. His inkwell was gone, either shattered on the ground or just in a cupboard somewhere. He couldn’t wait though. He took his Kris and cut straight across his finger. The incision wasn’t deep but it was long. With blood flowing like a pen he began to draw some of the glyphs.

With the paper in hand, he headed for the deck. His cabin was closed by the intricate locking mechanism. Every step he took he hated. After what felt the hardest ten meters in his life he arrived near Nür who was tending to some sailor. [color=00aeef][b]“Leave the fool. He’ll puke his guts out for another three days. After that he either falls overboard or gets his bearing.”[/b][/color] Or so was Aharuhn’s opinion. He did not care for human physiology. [color=00aeef][b]“Leave. Now.”[/b][/color] He told the sailor, then he turned his attention to Nür again. [b][color=00aeef]“Can you read this?”[/color][/b] He asked as he shoved the paper in her hand.