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"Sure, go ahead~" Alesia replied to Flint. She'd trust the man with the ship funds. So the flint will be buying supplies for the ship, since its just a nearby trip, it wouldn't hurt if she were to request a small favour from that guy. "While you're there, help me buy a pet, if you don't mind the hassle."
She said in a more polite demeanour, before walking off in her swift gliding steps towards the direction of that olde tavern.
The sight of that fairy was a bit comical she should say, puppettering a bulky figure. But that can fit as a disguise I think...?
But she's sure she wouldn't get too much attention on that side.
Brown Isles Streets - @Jerkchicken
The cobble streets of the marketplace was as lively as one could expect from the first sight from the Harbour. Vendors of the crowded streets cried their wares. Many are those with their cutlasses and bandanas, a good chunk of them with tattooes etched on the forearms, crested with the different skull and bone symbols.
One of these stalls have a strange wad of money placed on the table. A middle aged man of noticeable strands of white, had pushed the money back to the pirate.
"Just think about it! We are a lot more competent than those drunkyards of that tavern!" The pirates seemed to be pleading at the elderly, a few drops of sweat trickled down the pirate's forehead.
"I don't know what you’re talking about, I'm just an old man running a fruit store, and I've been paying those the rackets of those you call 'drunkards of the bar'" The old man lit up his cigarette, before releasing the first puff of smoke at the three pirates.
"Those two mayors are just figureheads!" That pirate sweeped his money away with one angry shove, pulling out a pistol, with its barrel pointed at the old man's head. "But now that we Shade Pirates have found out on who you're, old man."
Olde Tavern - @Archmage MC@vancexentan[@zellose]
Alesia entered the tavern of the Brown isles, the wooden swinging doors of the bar was welcoming to her for only one moment. The scene of the pirate bar ruined the soothing atmosphere of its glided wooden tables and chairs. There is no bard for the bar, just a horrible semblance of music that can make the dogs howl at the morning. A four legged pet of the bar, too large to be a stray dog, moved to sniff at the new customers.
Alesia patted on the smooth blue fur of the aloof wolf, before the pet wolf moved away to the backyard. Seemed to be a watchdog... she thought.
Along one corner of the Tavern, there is a long square table that sits three pirates. One of them have a green parrot and the other had a black oversized hat with a skull symbol imprinted on the middle. Stacks of empty rum glasses could be seen from the sides of the table, around it. Pirates captains, but out of the patrons of the tavern, they are the noisiest. "To find the song of that grey man's chest, to take the gold of the silver wind, to dance the memories of the olde Rum. For the sailings for the greatest seas!"
Alesia was certain on one thing of that hyme: They are just drunkyards!
The island was starting to deserve its reputation in ways she didn't think it'll be. Taking a round table, she took a long deep breath to ease herself from the bar chatters.
"Sure, go ahead~" Alesia replied to Flint. She'd trust the man with the ship funds. So the flint will be buying supplies for the ship, since its just a nearby trip, it wouldn't hurt if she were to request a small favour from that guy. "While you're there, help me buy a pet, if you don't mind the hassle."
She said in a more polite demeanour, before walking off in her swift gliding steps towards the direction of that olde tavern.
The sight of that fairy was a bit comical she should say, puppettering a bulky figure. But that can fit as a disguise I think...?
But she's sure she wouldn't get too much attention on that side.
Brown Isles Streets - @Jerkchicken
The cobble streets of the marketplace was as lively as one could expect from the first sight from the Harbour. Vendors of the crowded streets cried their wares. Many are those with their cutlasses and bandanas, a good chunk of them with tattooes etched on the forearms, crested with the different skull and bone symbols.
One of these stalls have a strange wad of money placed on the table. A middle aged man of noticeable strands of white, had pushed the money back to the pirate.
"Just think about it! We are a lot more competent than those drunkyards of that tavern!" The pirates seemed to be pleading at the elderly, a few drops of sweat trickled down the pirate's forehead.
"I don't know what you’re talking about, I'm just an old man running a fruit store, and I've been paying those the rackets of those you call 'drunkards of the bar'" The old man lit up his cigarette, before releasing the first puff of smoke at the three pirates.
"Those two mayors are just figureheads!" That pirate sweeped his money away with one angry shove, pulling out a pistol, with its barrel pointed at the old man's head. "But now that we Shade Pirates have found out on who you're, old man."
Olde Tavern - @Archmage MC@vancexentan[@zellose]
Alesia entered the tavern of the Brown isles, the wooden swinging doors of the bar was welcoming to her for only one moment. The scene of the pirate bar ruined the soothing atmosphere of its glided wooden tables and chairs. There is no bard for the bar, just a horrible semblance of music that can make the dogs howl at the morning. A four legged pet of the bar, too large to be a stray dog, moved to sniff at the new customers.
Alesia patted on the smooth blue fur of the aloof wolf, before the pet wolf moved away to the backyard. Seemed to be a watchdog... she thought.
Along one corner of the Tavern, there is a long square table that sits three pirates. One of them have a green parrot and the other had a black oversized hat with a skull symbol imprinted on the middle. Stacks of empty rum glasses could be seen from the sides of the table, around it. Pirates captains, but out of the patrons of the tavern, they are the noisiest. "To find the song of that grey man's chest, to take the gold of the silver wind, to dance the memories of the olde Rum. For the sailings for the greatest seas!"
Alesia was certain on one thing of that hyme: They are just drunkyards!
The island was starting to deserve its reputation in ways she didn't think it'll be. Taking a round table, she took a long deep breath to ease herself from the bar chatters.