The Siren's Call, Llomerryn Docks, then Fandom Docks, Saturday Morning
The sun shining through the windows in the captain's quarters woke Isabela, ans she had several long moments feeling the gentle rocking of the waves, and hearing the bustle on the docks before she remembered her situation.
Those bastards. Those absolute bastards. She could appreciate that a crew had to be paid, but for all his faults, Luis hadn't been cheap, those had been quality pieces she'd given them, you'd think it would've paid for more than a week, or at the very least they might have told her where she could find them if and when she managed to acquire more coin.
Fuming, she located her daggers before making her way to the deck, because she wasn't going to get anything done just sitting around. There was a whole town full of people, and if there was one thing her mother had taught her it was that where there were people, there were pockets waiting to be lightened of coin. So her walk full of confidence she didn't entirely feel, she headed down the .
And frowned. This wasn't Llomerryn. The docks were too sturdy and clean, the air was...different, and what people she could see didn't look the least bit Rivaini or like sailors. Not to mention no one seemed the least bit likely to shiv anyone else!
She looked over her shoulder, the Siren's Call was still there, and didn't look like it was going anywhere, so she shrugged and started heading into the town. It wasn't like she had that many options, and that part about pockets full of coin still held true.
[Establishy!]
Those bastards. Those absolute bastards. She could appreciate that a crew had to be paid, but for all his faults, Luis hadn't been cheap, those had been quality pieces she'd given them, you'd think it would've paid for more than a week, or at the very least they might have told her where she could find them if and when she managed to acquire more coin.
Fuming, she located her daggers before making her way to the deck, because she wasn't going to get anything done just sitting around. There was a whole town full of people, and if there was one thing her mother had taught her it was that where there were people, there were pockets waiting to be lightened of coin. So her walk full of confidence she didn't entirely feel, she headed down the .
And frowned. This wasn't Llomerryn. The docks were too sturdy and clean, the air was...different, and what people she could see didn't look the least bit Rivaini or like sailors. Not to mention no one seemed the least bit likely to shiv anyone else!
She looked over her shoulder, the Siren's Call was still there, and didn't look like it was going anywhere, so she shrugged and started heading into the town. It wasn't like she had that many options, and that part about pockets full of coin still held true.
[Establishy!]