12/1/1934
WHO: Open to persona-users!
WHERE: Down near Abaton's main shipping port
WHEN: December 1st, 1934, around midnight.
WHY: Be careful, even the most timid demons can be crafty...
It took a winter chill for the usual nightcrew at the docks to retreat
to their cozy little guard tower. There was the odd round of laughter over a hand of cards that cut through the icy fog, and seagulls that screeched from their perches tucked high atop the ship hulls that curved in and out of view.
A young woman pattered through the maze of shipping crates, stopping only when she came upon a dead end. She seemed upset, pulling her hood closer around herself as her eyes looked for another turn she could have missed; of course, any young woman in such foreign clothing would look worried at this time of night, but that wasn't the strangest thing about her by far...
WHERE: Down near Abaton's main shipping port
WHEN: December 1st, 1934, around midnight.
WHY: Be careful, even the most timid demons can be crafty...
It took a winter chill for the usual nightcrew at the docks to retreat
to their cozy little guard tower. There was the odd round of laughter over a hand of cards that cut through the icy fog, and seagulls that screeched from their perches tucked high atop the ship hulls that curved in and out of view.
A young woman pattered through the maze of shipping crates, stopping only when she came upon a dead end. She seemed upset, pulling her hood closer around herself as her eyes looked for another turn she could have missed; of course, any young woman in such foreign clothing would look worried at this time of night, but that wasn't the strangest thing about her by far...