Post by Dizzy on Apr 24, 2006 11:11:52 GMT -5
((Nerat Bay/ a port 25 to 35 miles southeast of Keroon Hold, accompanies From Dragonriders to Rustlers thread))
Trahern stood on the deck of the Votum, his weather beaten eyes looked out over the crowd gathered on the docks. He watched as countless men went about unloading the vessels, his course large thumbs stuck in his thick leather belt. ‘Where are they the sons of whers?’ The dark captain coursed under his breath. ’Fools… wherrie headed fools we were to agree to this.’
They had no incident on the voyage North, nor had they any trouble selling their wares. The masters’ marks had been good forgeries... But the wait was making him nervous. Trahern didn’t like the idea of pushing his luck. They had already been in Port 3 days… it was getting harder to keep the men in order and on board… the longer they stayed the greater the risk. The handsome man only hoped that a true Istan ship did not port at the same time… if not they were in for Fall. Eying the Istan standard the man spat, perhaps they should have sailed under a different hold?
Trahern stood on the deck of the Votum, his weather beaten eyes looked out over the crowd gathered on the docks. He watched as countless men went about unloading the vessels, his course large thumbs stuck in his thick leather belt. ‘Where are they the sons of whers?’ The dark captain coursed under his breath. ’Fools… wherrie headed fools we were to agree to this.’
They had no incident on the voyage North, nor had they any trouble selling their wares. The masters’ marks had been good forgeries... But the wait was making him nervous. Trahern didn’t like the idea of pushing his luck. They had already been in Port 3 days… it was getting harder to keep the men in order and on board… the longer they stayed the greater the risk. The handsome man only hoped that a true Istan ship did not port at the same time… if not they were in for Fall. Eying the Istan standard the man spat, perhaps they should have sailed under a different hold?
