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It was strange to be back amongst the standards of normalcy with the people he knew, for Ricky had been far too caught up in the mission he'd just returned from the trial prior. Now that it was over though he felt the capacity to relax once more, and while the crew were more than happy to see him return; they didn't think it appropriate to judge badger him for details. Even with what so very little he dared to tell them, as Ricky himself only said it was a personal favor for Faith, they were all very eager to celebrate his return from wherever he'd gone. Indeed the flight back from Ne'haer was a tedious one and while he felt weary from the travel, the sailor still enjoyed every moment spent way up in the air somehow.
It got him to wondering about his other gift now, in which the possibility of achieving some kind of flight with it. But all of that was merely curiosity and theory he kept to himself, since the crew also had no idea what happened last Ashan either. Needless to say when they were all settled in at The Swallowing Rooster, the whole lot sat at a table together with Rhukan sitting on his knees. Being the massively blue Ithecal he was, chairs tended to be easily crushed under his weight. But of course that didn't stop him from joining in with everyone, as three tankards were passed around the group while they waited for the cook to bring out some grub.
Having the room lit dimly with lanterns and a large number of the local populace in, it was no surprise that the crowd Enrick came here with seemed just as loud also. If there was one thing about this city and its people, it was that they all knew and loved to have a good time drinking. "Enrick, drink up!"
Captain Hannah almost sounded scoldish towards him, since he did more watching than drinking. "Tonight's about y' after all, find a sense o' celebration why don't ya!"
"Still a bit tired from d' trip is all."
Matthew and Roy both bolstered a laugh at his response.
"Ya hear dat mates?! Enrick's been so busy wooin' dis woman dat he's all outta energy!"
Matt vigorously teased with a spot of red in his cheeks, likely already buzzed from the mead he heavily drank.
"Fer yer infermation mate, she's already married an' definitely dun wanna do anyt'ing wit' me."
Enrick chided in return with a wry smile, albeit the hues of his eyes were a solid oak brown as he stared at the man. These lot were much like the guys back at home on Scalvoris, always looking to give Enrick a solid hard time in some way. Though the crew were certainly far better at it, more so than the fisherman Enrick worked with back home.
"Then why would she go out 'er way t' kiss ya t'en huh? Sounds t' me ye doin' more tan just personal favors!"
Roy chimed in with an elbow judded towards Frederick, as he quickly blushed since he made that little thing public knowledge. The brown in his eyes brightened way to fast, with a solid yellow to signal that they'd poked a very obvious nerve. "See lads, he's gettin' all bashful now!"
"Eh, yer just bein' a pain in the ass."
Was that all he could say back? The way his fellow peers laughed and enjoyed his company, even if they teased him so much, somehow made him feel almost a newfound sense of home with the lot. It was strange since he never thought about before but now... "Oi'll be back,"
the sailor remarked towards the group with a rise out of his chair, "we clearly need a couple refills if we're gonna drink de rest o' de night."
Hannah looked to him speculatively, almost concerned even, but smiled as she said nothing and watched him go. The rest of the group yammered on loudly about other things when he walked away, such as how much fun a couple of the boys had at the Harlot 'n' Hound. As he arrived at the bar and could still hear his group, somehow the loudest in the tavern, both laugh and yell about whatever subject fascinated the lot then.
Thus he sighed still with a trace of yellow in his eyes. "Could Oi get a couple o' refills please?"
"Enrick", "Ẹrọim", "Follower", "NPC"
In case you needed to see the NPC's found here.