Kelar stood on the deck of The Mermaid with one foot up on a crate, eager eyes locked on the port they were approaching. After nearly a month at sea she smelled ripe, had lice and yearned for a bed that didn’t rock. She squinted at the late morning light. The crew was shouting and doing all the things that ship crews do, working as one to bring the ship in safely. She was a a passenger and could as such appreciate the beauty of the view and the finality over the last hundreds of meters of the long journey with no responsibilities. The sun cast a glittering street of light over the water, leading their way towards the docks. ”Avanthyr,” someone called behind her in loud conversation.
She had known for a month that they were headed here. She had known for two days that they would arrive today. But to feel the ship come to a slow halt, and see them anchor it, and to take her first steps on the shore... that was like feeling a door slam shut behind her. It was euphoric. She stared down at the solid planks beneath her for a moment. She was there, alive! She had her satchel over her shoulder and her boots took her over old wood with water clucking underneath. Everyone minded their own business and didn’t give a damn about her.
She felt more free than ever before in her life. All the old problems... they were all behind her. Family, destiny, guild - all of it. She had tied the knot back in Waterdeep as tight as she could. A month at sea was a very long journey to settle a percieved score.
She inhaled deeply the familiar sea air, imagining the lush greenery beyond the port, livid eyes closing for a moment. She could carve out whatever life she wanted here. Nobody knew her. Almost nobody, anyway. But that was a different story. They weren’t exactly people she was looking to avoid.
With a grin, auburn-haired Kelar Lyonstongue headed off in search for an inn to get that long desired bath.
She had known for a month that they were headed here. She had known for two days that they would arrive today. But to feel the ship come to a slow halt, and see them anchor it, and to take her first steps on the shore... that was like feeling a door slam shut behind her. It was euphoric. She stared down at the solid planks beneath her for a moment. She was there, alive! She had her satchel over her shoulder and her boots took her over old wood with water clucking underneath. Everyone minded their own business and didn’t give a damn about her.
She felt more free than ever before in her life. All the old problems... they were all behind her. Family, destiny, guild - all of it. She had tied the knot back in Waterdeep as tight as she could. A month at sea was a very long journey to settle a percieved score.
She inhaled deeply the familiar sea air, imagining the lush greenery beyond the port, livid eyes closing for a moment. She could carve out whatever life she wanted here. Nobody knew her. Almost nobody, anyway. But that was a different story. They weren’t exactly people she was looking to avoid.
With a grin, auburn-haired Kelar Lyonstongue headed off in search for an inn to get that long desired bath.
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