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[color=silver]Zash groggily climbed out of his hammock, well aware despite the dark sheets over the windows that the sun was high in the sky. The sheer heat of the day was what had finally dragged him from sleep, and he grudgingly exchanged his pants for shorts and forwent his boots, instead slipping on a pair of soft wooden sandals. He pulled down the fabric from the windows and aggressively yanked the glass upwards, releasing a refreshing breeze into the main cabin. Relieved for a moment, he went back to getting ready for the day.

Normally he wouldn't sleep so late into the day, but the night before one of his previous customers had come knocking on his door, recruiting him for repairs to a platform that was sinking rapidly. It had been many hours before he finally trudged home and managed to get in a morning nap, but at least one of the city's outer neighborhoods wouldn't be dragged under the sea in the middle of the night now.

With a sigh he went to check on lunch, stepping out of the cabin and into the sun with a tired yawn and an exaggerated stretch. The moment he popped open the lid of the pan he was instantly alert, assaulted by the mouthwatering smell of roasting yimgai, a type of sea-chicken kept in Sigarmyth that had been part of his payment for the last night's work. He'd had it roasting while he slept and was now eager for a taste.

Idly he wondered, as he pulled off a few strips of meat to serve himself, how he was going to keep it fresh. He definitely wasn't going to be able to eat it all himself in one go, and he'd filled up his pantry already. A passing glance over his shoulder showed him the solution.

[color=f6b265]"Arvo Iris!"[/color] He called, for once on good enough terms with his neighbors to not feel awkward about getting their attention. [color=f6b265]"I've got yimgai if ya want some?"[/color] He offered politely, gesturing over his shoulder from where he sat on the edge of his little steam ship.[/color]