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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 2 2007, 02:43 PM (162 Views) | |
| Estan Nysceri | Oct 2 2007, 02:43 PM Post #1 |
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No one passing by the Night's Veil could have distinguished Estan from the rest of the hands on the deck tending to the ship's mooring. Estan, like the rest, worked bare-chested, curling rope lines, washing off teak wood surfaces, and stowing gear. He looked up into the painfully bright sunlight, squinting to see how much daylight remained. The rest of the hands may have been hired, but he thought and acted with them as if they were all equals. Make no mistake, they took his lead, but they it felt like they did so because he was a natural leader and not because of his lineage, title or jewels. As the work neared completion, he called in a towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck and went below deck to clean up. An hour later, he emerged, a different man entirely, clad in his usual loose black shirt and dark pants. He clapped one on the shoulder, "Pietr, all looks good here. I'm heading in to see what trouble I can stir up." Walking through the busy streets of Hayll, Estan watched with a practiced eye. Generally he nodded approval. People seemed in good enough spirits and more were laughing than dour. He returned a fair number of smiles, especially enjoying those from female shoppers. Commerce seemed vigorous. "Good signs," he thought to himself, still reserving judgment, but at least appreciating that the people didn't seem to be suffering. At last he came upon the building he'd been seeking. The wooden sign creaked in the wind, a painted Falcon grasping a beer stein. "The Falcon Inn." Estan entered, scanned the room, but without pausing, continued to the bar, ordering a drink. Only as the drink was coming did he return with more care to soaking in the clientele. It was early, but the activity was already building up. A bit of mirth took Estan's spirit as his drink arrived. He lifted it and called out to the patrons around him, "A fair eve to ye all good folks." At the friendly responses he continued. The souls of ladies, the spirits of men replenish, refresh, ,and refill now and then Oh, cause life can be fill'd w'turmoil but here at the Falcon ne'er will spoil The wine and the ale, the beer and the mead The rivers that flow to so many in need He lifted his mug and drank deeply to the laughter of those around him, moving to an empty table, large enough for several. |
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