Distress Call [ Lentia || Vakko ]
Feb 21, 2015 16:15:01 GMT
Post by Skylinne on Feb 21, 2015 16:15:01 GMT
[ Past-rp //about a month before current time ]
Angry Grumbling and a lot of cursing. That was basically all that one could hear if they approached the cloaked person leaning against one of the dock's lamp posts. It was already late evening and the cold was specially cruel at that moment, as if to mock the already helpless souls out in the cold. Vakko was among those helpless souls, albeit not particularly struck by the cold. He grew beneath several inches of snow for most of his life, so it was not easy for the winter to chill him enough to a bothersome level. He looked grimly at the anchored ships in the docks, at the lost opportunities. Miscalculating was not often one of his traits, but this being the first time he traveled abroad, some slips were bound to happen. He knew that much, he had prepared for that, gathering as much money as he could in the short time he allowed himself to wait before leaving Valsk. The slips became a rolling snowball soon enough thou, and in the end, his gold vanished faster than he had expected... and ship tickets stood now beyond his purse's reach.
For that, his mood was a foul one, as if the dark aura that surrounded his thoughts could be actually touched if a poor innocent happened to come too close. He had been a stupid fool. How am I going to reach Linhythe now? The amount of coins left in his bag were enough for either a half-decent meal or a very unrefined Inn room, it was his pick to take, and he was taking his time to choose whether to eat and sleep out in the cold or go to bed with an empty belly. The snow gathered up as he stared out the bay, most of the sailors finished resupplying and either going off to bed, to the nearest tavern or brothel under the fading lights of the sun.
He was rolling a lonely coin between his fingers. There's always a third option, thou. He thought tentatively. Vakko hadn't stole anything since Belport, months ago, and it hadn't even been food or coin, but something much more valuable alltogether. Walking back to the main street, he examined the few open shops on the other side of the street, weighting his possibilities as he heard the loud chatter of the local tavern.
Angry Grumbling and a lot of cursing. That was basically all that one could hear if they approached the cloaked person leaning against one of the dock's lamp posts. It was already late evening and the cold was specially cruel at that moment, as if to mock the already helpless souls out in the cold. Vakko was among those helpless souls, albeit not particularly struck by the cold. He grew beneath several inches of snow for most of his life, so it was not easy for the winter to chill him enough to a bothersome level. He looked grimly at the anchored ships in the docks, at the lost opportunities. Miscalculating was not often one of his traits, but this being the first time he traveled abroad, some slips were bound to happen. He knew that much, he had prepared for that, gathering as much money as he could in the short time he allowed himself to wait before leaving Valsk. The slips became a rolling snowball soon enough thou, and in the end, his gold vanished faster than he had expected... and ship tickets stood now beyond his purse's reach.
For that, his mood was a foul one, as if the dark aura that surrounded his thoughts could be actually touched if a poor innocent happened to come too close. He had been a stupid fool. How am I going to reach Linhythe now? The amount of coins left in his bag were enough for either a half-decent meal or a very unrefined Inn room, it was his pick to take, and he was taking his time to choose whether to eat and sleep out in the cold or go to bed with an empty belly. The snow gathered up as he stared out the bay, most of the sailors finished resupplying and either going off to bed, to the nearest tavern or brothel under the fading lights of the sun.
He was rolling a lonely coin between his fingers. There's always a third option, thou. He thought tentatively. Vakko hadn't stole anything since Belport, months ago, and it hadn't even been food or coin, but something much more valuable alltogether. Walking back to the main street, he examined the few open shops on the other side of the street, weighting his possibilities as he heard the loud chatter of the local tavern.
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