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Almund is a thriving township with a dark side. With houses made from the wooden bodies of decommissioned ships, there are many opportunities here, coupled with many dangers.

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A Case of Mistaken Identity

Thu Nov 29, 2018 9:59 pm

31st Vhalar, Arc 718
As though they waited to hear the secrets that the dead would whisper.
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It wasn't the best time of the arc for seeing the sights. Not on the streets of Scalvoris Town or anywhere else. But it wasn't the worst one either. The rain had finally let up, and Eliza was grateful. Whether it had been a downpour or a drizzle, and sometimes it was both in the same trial, the rust colored water that stained her clothing, her skin her hair and even the outside walls of her small rented home had added insult to injury.

The turtles were gone too, even the one whose shell she had painted with Master Brasseur. Eliza couldn't say exactly where they'd gone. But she assumed it back to wherever they'd originally come from. Oh. And then there were the strange whispers on the wind. Disembodied voices. Others called them spirits and still others ghosts. An important trial for Famula and her followers, Eliza knew, though she was neither of those.

But when the rains finally stopped, they were quickly replaced by a sharp, cold and stinging wind that pulled at Eliza's clothing, chilling her to the bone, tormenting her wherever she went when she was outdoors. It was still early Vhalar, but eventually Zi'da would come nipping at its heels and ushering in even colder trials.

The mortalborn lacked enough suitable clothing to last the the long cold season ahead, and much of it was worn and threadbare. Therefore she had decided to combine some shopping with her sightseeing.

Since she'd first arrived in the area, she'd remained on Scalvoris proper, and hadn't ventured past the gates or the edge of the harbor. But when the old woman next door had recommended a particular shop on Almund if she was looking for affordable but well made clothing, she'd decided to catch the next ferry over. She'd do a some shopping. Maybe stop into an inn or tavern for a mid-trial meal, and see what there was to see.

She almost immediately regretted the choice. The boat ride was miserable. What indoor shelter or seating there was had already been filled with other miserable travelers when she boarded. She'd had no choice but to stand huddled at the rail, her cloak pulled up around her ears to very little effect. The only redeemable part of it, was that when they finally made land, she was the first off the boat.

It wasn't any warmer or less windy on Almund than it had been back in Scalvoris Town. The mortalborn hadn't expected it to be. But it led her to an inescapable conclusion. Sightseeing was overrated. Another ferry would be heading back home in a handful of breaks; and she had just enough time to do her shopping, maybe get herself something warm to eat and a cup of tea at a local inn, then get back on the boat.
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Re: A Case of Mistaken Identity

Sat Dec 01, 2018 8:29 pm

The shop that her neighbor in Scalvoris Town had recommended turned out to be a good choice. Eliza found everything that she was looking for there, and at reasonable prices. Having previously put aside the number of nels that she'd been willing to spend, she found that she'd saved just enough to purchase a gittern. She considered the instrument to be an unnecessary luxury, but then had been unable to resist it after all. After wrapping up the last of her purchases at the seamstress' shop, the woman who'd taken her nels had even offered her a hot cup of tea and some pastries, and saved her the extra trip to the inn.

For all that she'd saved however, Eliza found that she had extra time on her hands before the return trip to Scalvoris proper, and nothing to do with it. The seamstress had suggested she stay away from the graveyard, even though the mortalborn had no reason to want to visit the place. Nor had she intended to. The woman had seemed to think it needed saying though, to just about everyone who passed through her shop door that trial. It was the spirits she said, the time of their turning out on the world thanks to Famula.

Eliza hadn't needed the reminder. Since she'd stepped foot off the ferry, she'd been hearing the whispers in the air and sometimes, what felt like a warm breath brushing past her ear; and once, a tap on the shoulder. It was unnerving. But having lived more than two centuries now, so far as strange things were concerned, she'd witnessed stranger. So she'd ignored them for the most part while she wandered along a row of shops and stopped now and then to look in the windows.

Just when she'd finally decided to return to the docks and see if there was an earlier ferry to take back to the mainland, Eliza paused when she spotted a bit of parchment nailed to a post outside the inn. Some place called the Kennel, she read, was looking for someone to deliver a package from one place to another. Someone with discretion, while they were at it. The mortal born could keep a secret very, very well. After all, for most of the two hundred arcs plus that she'd lived so far, she'd been concealing the nature of her birth. Fifty nels in return for a little discretion, sounded to Eliza like a very small price to pay. Those nels would go a long way towards offsetting what she'd spent that trial, she decided. And what better way to kill some time, than earn a little while she did it?
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