10th Ashan 718
When they'd reached land, he'd been ready to fling himself off the ship. The trip had been far shorter than the one he'd undertaken between Rynmere and Viden - an endeavour he never planned to repeat - but it had still been too long as far as his body was concerned. Rowan had spent his time either throwing up or lying listlessly below decks, hardly able to eat a thing as he subsisted on water and whatever morsels he could manage to keep down. It had been incredibly draining and uncomfortable, but of course, the ordeal wasn't entirely over when he reached Scalvoris Town either. As soon as he stepped onto solid land - thanks be to the Seven! - his altered balance had made itself known, his equilibrium still making him rock with the ship even though he was no longer in constant motion. The young man had had to sit for awhile with his bag of belongings clutched to his chest, eyes closed until the world bobbed up and down beneath him a little less.
As soon as he could trust himself on his own two feet once more, the first thing he did was to find someone willing to direct him towards the nearest place to acquire long-term housing: the Scalvoris Housing Offices. He had every intention of staying on the island for the foreseeable future and thus, he needed somewhere to stay and for quite some time at that. He didn't have the money to buy a house, especially as he'd spent quite a bit getting here and until he managed to find some form of employment, he couldn't afford to waste money willy nilly. Heading to an inn would have drained his pockets rather rapidly and so it was a matter of choosing a more sensible form of accommodation that wouldn't be as expensive in the long-run.
The young man managed to find a very nice house to rent, signing contracts and putting down a deposit before he followed directions to the right location to drop off his belongings and get a sense of what his new abode contained. He took the time to freshen up a little, changing his clothes and binding his chest before he headed out again, stomach grumbling and trying to become better acquainted with his surroundings. Perhaps he could wander around one trial, simply drinking in the sights that were available on the island but in truth, the idea of such idleness didn't seem like it'd be particularly enjoyable. Maybe if he had a companion and a definite purpose then he could have fun around here. Although if worst came to worst, he could always find a local tavern and drink himself stupid, but then again, he didn't fancy having his nose broken for a third time; it had only stopped aching after that last breakage in Viden.
The woman in the Housing Offices had been kind enough to recommend a nearby eatery that apparently offered good fare although he was wondering if 'good' might mean 'expensive'. He'd find out soon enough but if it was dear then he was willing to splash out a little, too beat after trials of travel to be bothered looking around the place for alternatives. The following trial, he'd go seeking employment and thus, his exploration would have a purpose. He could only hope that it would be better than some of the jobs he'd had over the past few arcs; the heavy labour had taken a painful toll on his joints and back, and since he'd been binding, he'd found that it had only worsened.
Despite the directions he'd received, he'd been so focused on making sure he actually found his new house that Rowan had entirely forgotten where this "Cally's" place was so he had to ask someone, feeling that he stuck out easily as a newcomer but it was a necessary evil. It was entirely worth it when he walked through the doors of the establishment and caught a whiff of the wonderful aromas inside. His stomach growled in earnest.
"Syroa fuck me," he muttered, eyes flicking around the interior, the linens on the table crisp and clean. It wasn't over the top but he still felt that it might be too rich of a place for his blood, especially as he felt too untidy to belong. He'd tossed on a shirt carelessly, aware now that the blue collar was sticking up and that the material was crumpled from his travelling. His fingers went to his hair, making an effort to tame it into some semblance of neatness rather than leaving it tousled as was the norm. The human didn't take a step further into the establishment, instead remaining near the doorway, hovering there as he debated whether to leave and seek nourishment elsewhere or not. It felt like anyone who saw him would think that he appeared too poor to be in here; the travelling and the seasickness had made him thinner, a certain ill tinge to his skin and hollowness to his cheeks that probably made him seem like he hadn't had a decent meal in awhile. In truth though, he hadn't had a decent meal for some trials, unable to keep anything particularly appetising down.
It was clear that Rowan had no idea what to do, especially when he saw someone approach him, no doubt ready to either turn him out or ask him if he was taking a seat. His body simply tensed, ready to duck his head and make his excuses before he made his escape.
As soon as he could trust himself on his own two feet once more, the first thing he did was to find someone willing to direct him towards the nearest place to acquire long-term housing: the Scalvoris Housing Offices. He had every intention of staying on the island for the foreseeable future and thus, he needed somewhere to stay and for quite some time at that. He didn't have the money to buy a house, especially as he'd spent quite a bit getting here and until he managed to find some form of employment, he couldn't afford to waste money willy nilly. Heading to an inn would have drained his pockets rather rapidly and so it was a matter of choosing a more sensible form of accommodation that wouldn't be as expensive in the long-run.
The young man managed to find a very nice house to rent, signing contracts and putting down a deposit before he followed directions to the right location to drop off his belongings and get a sense of what his new abode contained. He took the time to freshen up a little, changing his clothes and binding his chest before he headed out again, stomach grumbling and trying to become better acquainted with his surroundings. Perhaps he could wander around one trial, simply drinking in the sights that were available on the island but in truth, the idea of such idleness didn't seem like it'd be particularly enjoyable. Maybe if he had a companion and a definite purpose then he could have fun around here. Although if worst came to worst, he could always find a local tavern and drink himself stupid, but then again, he didn't fancy having his nose broken for a third time; it had only stopped aching after that last breakage in Viden.
The woman in the Housing Offices had been kind enough to recommend a nearby eatery that apparently offered good fare although he was wondering if 'good' might mean 'expensive'. He'd find out soon enough but if it was dear then he was willing to splash out a little, too beat after trials of travel to be bothered looking around the place for alternatives. The following trial, he'd go seeking employment and thus, his exploration would have a purpose. He could only hope that it would be better than some of the jobs he'd had over the past few arcs; the heavy labour had taken a painful toll on his joints and back, and since he'd been binding, he'd found that it had only worsened.
Despite the directions he'd received, he'd been so focused on making sure he actually found his new house that Rowan had entirely forgotten where this "Cally's" place was so he had to ask someone, feeling that he stuck out easily as a newcomer but it was a necessary evil. It was entirely worth it when he walked through the doors of the establishment and caught a whiff of the wonderful aromas inside. His stomach growled in earnest.
"Syroa fuck me," he muttered, eyes flicking around the interior, the linens on the table crisp and clean. It wasn't over the top but he still felt that it might be too rich of a place for his blood, especially as he felt too untidy to belong. He'd tossed on a shirt carelessly, aware now that the blue collar was sticking up and that the material was crumpled from his travelling. His fingers went to his hair, making an effort to tame it into some semblance of neatness rather than leaving it tousled as was the norm. The human didn't take a step further into the establishment, instead remaining near the doorway, hovering there as he debated whether to leave and seek nourishment elsewhere or not. It felt like anyone who saw him would think that he appeared too poor to be in here; the travelling and the seasickness had made him thinner, a certain ill tinge to his skin and hollowness to his cheeks that probably made him seem like he hadn't had a decent meal in awhile. In truth though, he hadn't had a decent meal for some trials, unable to keep anything particularly appetising down.
It was clear that Rowan had no idea what to do, especially when he saw someone approach him, no doubt ready to either turn him out or ask him if he was taking a seat. His body simply tensed, ready to duck his head and make his excuses before he made his escape.
