Post by DM Bob on Feb 3, 2021 14:53:56 GMT -12
"Alrinach. But you can call me Arli." The server replies to Laahk. "I don't know anyone that looks like that... I mean there's all sorts of types that come by though. You have a name for this odd man you're describin'? As for the Dockmaster? Probably across the way in the building by the silt's edge." She describes the building that your friends are currently looking at outside. "Those two dwarf-men will be here 'til we close out more than likely."
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Outside, Coden and Victory make way to the Dockmaster's station. A squat mud brick building, Balic's colors fly on a wooden pole outside the entrance. Wooden shutters block two windows. The door is behind a curtain of sorts, perhaps to keep some of the silt from intruding within. A small ceramic bell is mounted on the right side of the doorway. Slight evidence of light about the shutters and doorframe can be seen.
Anyone who wishes to catch up and accompany the two can most certainly do so.
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Meanwhile, Mak has made himself at home. Coden's offices near the communal hearth are warm and dry. The two servants have retired for the evening and he has time for his meditations or any minor actions he might wish to take.
***
Outside, Coden and Victory make way to the Dockmaster's station. A squat mud brick building, Balic's colors fly on a wooden pole outside the entrance. Wooden shutters block two windows. The door is behind a curtain of sorts, perhaps to keep some of the silt from intruding within. A small ceramic bell is mounted on the right side of the doorway. Slight evidence of light about the shutters and doorframe can be seen.
Anyone who wishes to catch up and accompany the two can most certainly do so.
***
Meanwhile, Mak has made himself at home. Coden's offices near the communal hearth are warm and dry. The two servants have retired for the evening and he has time for his meditations or any minor actions he might wish to take.
