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Timestamp 16th day of Winter, 515AV
If ever there was a diligent man, it was Gybe. Many monks spent years learning discipline, but only in a few short years, Gybe had mastered it. Every morning he rose before the sun, put on the same pants, grabbed the same net, went the same pathway to the docks, meeting the same monks along the way, got in the same boat, and fished until he came to deposit them with the monks. What was left of his quota was taken to the Herring Square for distribution for those who desired to enjoy the festivities. There he would talk to various people, smoke his cigarettes, and then go home and change into some cleaner, less fishy clothing. Then it was in his best interest to gather some information from his various contacts, be they just normal people he knew who paid attention to things, or some of the various less noticed criminal elements in the city.
He went through the same motions as normal, having heard plenty rumors recently. Some of the rumors were of various happenings that occurred through the night that people experienced, some were of various monster attacks, and some were even tales of certain duels that had happened. Today one such story begged further investigation as it had struck him as odd. A woman, dark-haired with tattered old clothing and a stupefied expression was seen wandering the streets in the northern celestial square. At first it wouldn't have meant anything to him, but there was one detail that struck him as odd. People around the woman noticed that she wasn't there one moment, and then like in a bolt of lightning, there she was, standing there near mindlessly. Evidently she began wandering away. He wasn't sure how accurate that info was, so it was time to check it out.
It wasn't easy sometimes following up on a lead, especially one as vague as this was. However he didn't think it would be too hard finding someone who had seen a woman in torn crappy clothing wandering about all crazy. People were superstitious enough as it was. Sliding from the table he had sat at, he gave a pat to the backs of some of the monks and people who he frequently spent time chatting with as he headed out. "See you fellows later. I'll be back in the evening."
He slipped off and without another word and began moving through the crowds of people to get to the celestial district. Once he got to the northern section of the Celestial Square, he began to see some slightly familiar faces. He spent most of his time in the eastern part of the city, since he lived so close to the docks, but he always made sure to pay respects to each of the Alvina. It was a good source to build rapport with the people of each district. There he saw a number of monks of the Sharp Blade chatting with each other. He nodded to a man among them by the name of Enphis.
"Enphis. Long time." He greeted him with a handshake. The monk, used to strength contests, squeezed a bit harder than Gybe would have liked, but Gybe was a passive guy, somewhat like the rough sailor who couldn't fight worth a darn. Really he was sort of picked on in a way by the monks who knew him, treating him like he was some sort of kid brother to them of a sort, as if to communicate that they could beat the hell out of him at anytime. It was true, they could, and though it was demeaning, but he put up with it.
"So I heard something crazy happened up in these parts earlier with some woman. I was just curious. Did you fellows hear anything about her?"
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Timestamp 16th day of Winter, 515AV
If ever there was a diligent man, it was Gybe. Many monks spent years learning discipline, but only in a few short years, Gybe had mastered it. Every morning he rose before the sun, put on the same pants, grabbed the same net, went the same pathway to the docks, meeting the same monks along the way, got in the same boat, and fished until he came to deposit them with the monks. What was left of his quota was taken to the Herring Square for distribution for those who desired to enjoy the festivities. There he would talk to various people, smoke his cigarettes, and then go home and change into some cleaner, less fishy clothing. Then it was in his best interest to gather some information from his various contacts, be they just normal people he knew who paid attention to things, or some of the various less noticed criminal elements in the city.
He went through the same motions as normal, having heard plenty rumors recently. Some of the rumors were of various happenings that occurred through the night that people experienced, some were of various monster attacks, and some were even tales of certain duels that had happened. Today one such story begged further investigation as it had struck him as odd. A woman, dark-haired with tattered old clothing and a stupefied expression was seen wandering the streets in the northern celestial square. At first it wouldn't have meant anything to him, but there was one detail that struck him as odd. People around the woman noticed that she wasn't there one moment, and then like in a bolt of lightning, there she was, standing there near mindlessly. Evidently she began wandering away. He wasn't sure how accurate that info was, so it was time to check it out.
It wasn't easy sometimes following up on a lead, especially one as vague as this was. However he didn't think it would be too hard finding someone who had seen a woman in torn crappy clothing wandering about all crazy. People were superstitious enough as it was. Sliding from the table he had sat at, he gave a pat to the backs of some of the monks and people who he frequently spent time chatting with as he headed out. "See you fellows later. I'll be back in the evening."
He slipped off and without another word and began moving through the crowds of people to get to the celestial district. Once he got to the northern section of the Celestial Square, he began to see some slightly familiar faces. He spent most of his time in the eastern part of the city, since he lived so close to the docks, but he always made sure to pay respects to each of the Alvina. It was a good source to build rapport with the people of each district. There he saw a number of monks of the Sharp Blade chatting with each other. He nodded to a man among them by the name of Enphis.
"Enphis. Long time." He greeted him with a handshake. The monk, used to strength contests, squeezed a bit harder than Gybe would have liked, but Gybe was a passive guy, somewhat like the rough sailor who couldn't fight worth a darn. Really he was sort of picked on in a way by the monks who knew him, treating him like he was some sort of kid brother to them of a sort, as if to communicate that they could beat the hell out of him at anytime. It was true, they could, and though it was demeaning, but he put up with it.
"So I heard something crazy happened up in these parts earlier with some woman. I was just curious. Did you fellows hear anything about her?"
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