VeiledLonging
Ohm
HahaRhoynar smirked gently at his companion's comment.
"So long as we are able to steer clear of any politics, I'm sure we will remain out of trouble. Across the deserts, any man can call himself King, if his pockets are full enough with gold." From the Western ports to the rolling nomad tribes, and further across the Asshian Desert, the concept of Royalty lacked, instead trade ruled entirely.
The man spent the remainder of the daylight hours speaking with Illinfer about the alien world she would be soon to meet. He settled soon as the weariness of travel set into his head. Swiftly, he departed Illinfer's side and sought the Captain of the Vessel. The man was easily found standing aboard the larger stern of the merchant ship. The ocean spray had already set into his beard, the ends beginning to frizz of their own accord.
"Should the seas remain calm?" He asked in a language native to the Second East. It wasn't to alienate his companion. Rhoynar had no intention, yet previously exchanged information left him tense. The bearded Captain responded with a hearty nod and a smile. "That's good to know. My friend and I also wanted to ask regarding sleeping quarters, I understand there isn't much space-"
"I can spare a few beds, if you're willing to wait until the midnight deck change their shifts." The seaman added, clapping a meaty hand on Rhoynar's shoulder once again. There was an exchange of expressions before the tone dropped and both men walked quietly down onto the lower desks and to the privacy of the bow.
"The city of Alssahra fell not two moons past. The Slaves slit their masters throats in their masters throats in the night. Vaskah has spread from the Desert Cities through to Meerai and Olas. The streets are not safe. Trade what you need then leave." The crackling of the Eastern Trade Language bounced against the waves, echoing off the wood of the ship, despite their hushed tones.
Before too long, Rhoynar smiled and returned to Illinfer's side. He handed her a small cup of mead and yawned towards the cloudless sky.
"So long as we are able to steer clear of any politics, I'm sure we will remain out of trouble. Across the deserts, any man can call himself King, if his pockets are full enough with gold." From the Western ports to the rolling nomad tribes, and further across the Asshian Desert, the concept of Royalty lacked, instead trade ruled entirely.
The man spent the remainder of the daylight hours speaking with Illinfer about the alien world she would be soon to meet. He settled soon as the weariness of travel set into his head. Swiftly, he departed Illinfer's side and sought the Captain of the Vessel. The man was easily found standing aboard the larger stern of the merchant ship. The ocean spray had already set into his beard, the ends beginning to frizz of their own accord.
"Should the seas remain calm?" He asked in a language native to the Second East. It wasn't to alienate his companion. Rhoynar had no intention, yet previously exchanged information left him tense. The bearded Captain responded with a hearty nod and a smile. "That's good to know. My friend and I also wanted to ask regarding sleeping quarters, I understand there isn't much space-"
"I can spare a few beds, if you're willing to wait until the midnight deck change their shifts." The seaman added, clapping a meaty hand on Rhoynar's shoulder once again. There was an exchange of expressions before the tone dropped and both men walked quietly down onto the lower desks and to the privacy of the bow.
"The city of Alssahra fell not two moons past. The Slaves slit their masters throats in their masters throats in the night. Vaskah has spread from the Desert Cities through to Meerai and Olas. The streets are not safe. Trade what you need then leave." The crackling of the Eastern Trade Language bounced against the waves, echoing off the wood of the ship, despite their hushed tones.
Before too long, Rhoynar smiled and returned to Illinfer's side. He handed her a small cup of mead and yawned towards the cloudless sky.