[Although his own experience as a mercenary was nearly all on foot or horseback, the company of sailors at the Draegaís port still felt familiar to Guts. The creaking of wood, the clattering of heavy chains, the calm current of fresh water. There are loud voices organizing the disembarkation of cargo from the riverboats, playful chatter between crewmates, and the stench of fish. The ships' appearances were wrong, the magic was wrong, but the energy of the bustling port still felt right.
Needless to say, he’d be interested in doing more than just passing through once he got ear of activity beyond the city walls. He wasn’t usually one to stick around people, but he could make an exception here. Maybe it was just the air of the crowd.
He’d soon be among the crewmembers unloading the various crates and boxes of cargo to land, and has the sense to remove his cloak and pauldrons to free up his shoulders. As he walks down the thin boarding ramp back to the dock, the steel point of his boot finds something - or someone - obstructing his path back to the wooden docks.]
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Needless to say, he’d be interested in doing more than just passing through once he got ear of activity beyond the city walls. He wasn’t usually one to stick around people, but he could make an exception here. Maybe it was just the air of the crowd.
He’d soon be among the crewmembers unloading the various crates and boxes of cargo to land, and has the sense to remove his cloak and pauldrons to free up his shoulders. As he walks down the thin boarding ramp back to the dock, the steel point of his boot finds something - or someone - obstructing his path back to the wooden docks.]
Move.