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Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Feb 12, 2014 3:30:56 GMT
On a clear summer's day, it was during the early afternoon hours that one may find the humble city of the Locks to be in its mundane routine. While the daily ritual of trade and chores of fisheries and merchants was in full sway, it was by happenstance that Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd was wandering through the various piers, taking note of the exotic spices and goods from the merchant ships. He had been the city's Regent until recently, and was enjoying the reprieve of city duties and mundane board meetings. He looked around to see if anyone he knew was about as well.
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Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Feb 14, 2014 5:19:03 GMT
Seeing nothing of interest, and completing his 'dock shopping', he meanders on over to the tavern, eager for a flagon of mead.
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Post by scarecrow on Feb 15, 2014 7:45:32 GMT
The lightly cloaked northerner sighed, casting his gaze out to the sea. It was through these ports that they had found him floating with the driftwood after he'd made his escape from the slaver ship 'The Trident'. He had just been floating there- No. He shook the thought from his mind, reminiscence was useless when he still had so much to take care of. Plus, his recent foray with the clan meet had kept him away from the city for far too long. Walking past the Harbourmaster, and the mountains of cargo, he wandered towards the tavern. Maybe a drink would do him good....
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