Timestamp: Up to Gabrielle (before Winter 10)
Location: The shore around Syliras
The man had approached Gabrielle several days ago in the docks. Tall, dark, and handsome, his smile would have been becoming if not for the arrogant tilt it had. It was complemented by an air of braggadocio, suggesting that the word "hardship" was not in his vocabulary. He (or more likely, his parents) had evidently done well in life, as a robe of finest silk had befitted his slim frame when he had strut up to Gabrielle that dewy morning.
"Hello, my dear," He said in a tone that clearly suggested she was supposed to swoon with him around. "I hear you are pretty good with a boat, and are one of the Svefra, no? Perchance, do you think you could lend out your fine vessel for a day? My name is Damias, and several of my lads want to go out fishing."
Whatever her response, the young man would not take "no" for an answer. He eventually came to the conclusion that Gabrielle should take him and several of his friends out to go fishing the day after next. Any complaints were quickly overrode by promises of money as payment, "a good deal of mizas, with your name on it" or so he had said, and Damias had left that morning satisfied he had made a deal. Whether the sailor he had so quickly conscripted the same way, however, was unknown.
In any case, Damias and his friends were waiting for Gabrielle two days later near the shore, fishing poles and lures in his hands. Besides the strutting youth, there were two others of approximately the same age; a corpulent young man with black locks who seemed excited by the promise of fish, and a twitchy blond-haired lad who seemed to thoroughly distrust everything around him.
"Erikur and Jase," Damias said breezily. "They'll be the ones coming with us. Are you ready to go, darling?" The pearly whites were flashed once again, the fishing pole in his hand wavering with anticipation.
Location: The shore around Syliras
The man had approached Gabrielle several days ago in the docks. Tall, dark, and handsome, his smile would have been becoming if not for the arrogant tilt it had. It was complemented by an air of braggadocio, suggesting that the word "hardship" was not in his vocabulary. He (or more likely, his parents) had evidently done well in life, as a robe of finest silk had befitted his slim frame when he had strut up to Gabrielle that dewy morning.
"Hello, my dear," He said in a tone that clearly suggested she was supposed to swoon with him around. "I hear you are pretty good with a boat, and are one of the Svefra, no? Perchance, do you think you could lend out your fine vessel for a day? My name is Damias, and several of my lads want to go out fishing."
Whatever her response, the young man would not take "no" for an answer. He eventually came to the conclusion that Gabrielle should take him and several of his friends out to go fishing the day after next. Any complaints were quickly overrode by promises of money as payment, "a good deal of mizas, with your name on it" or so he had said, and Damias had left that morning satisfied he had made a deal. Whether the sailor he had so quickly conscripted the same way, however, was unknown.
In any case, Damias and his friends were waiting for Gabrielle two days later near the shore, fishing poles and lures in his hands. Besides the strutting youth, there were two others of approximately the same age; a corpulent young man with black locks who seemed excited by the promise of fish, and a twitchy blond-haired lad who seemed to thoroughly distrust everything around him.
"Erikur and Jase," Damias said breezily. "They'll be the ones coming with us. Are you ready to go, darling?" The pearly whites were flashed once again, the fishing pole in his hand wavering with anticipation.
