Timestamp: 39th of Summer, 516 AV
"Mornin', Father."
Aladari sat down at a seat in the nearly empty bar, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Although it stayed quiet in the mornings, Aladari knew the Drunken Fish was always open. For sailors, every hour was happy hour, even at 10th bell.
"What are you doin' here so early, lassie?"
Aladari's eyes darkened at the use of the word "lassie". He called her that often, as did several people who knew her, but she hated the nickname, and found it belittling. Nevertheless, she stayed quiet. It was too early to fight.
"I'm stoppin' in fer a food. What can you give me?"
"Cheese and bread okay? We ain't got much else."
Aladari sighed. "It'll do."
She accepted the tough bread and cheese begrudgingly, handing over the required coins before crafting the food into a sandwich of sorts. With her mouth full of her first bite, Aladari made a drinking motion with one hand, offering up another copper with her other. Father Manowar nodded in understanding, procuring a glass of water from behind the counter. Aladari swallowed her food hastily, and then took a large swig of the somewhat cool water, relishing the feel of it splashing in her stomach.
"So, talk me, Father," She prodded in-between bites, "What've you heard lately? Anyfin about those slabs o' shyke?"
The Father leaned against the counter, sighing as he did so as if it were a burden for him to tell her. "Nothin' abouts the slabs specific'ly, but I have been seein' more an' more a those pirates out there. They's startin' to scare me now, you know. Just watchin' us like that."
Aladari paused in her chewing, thinking hard for a moment. Through her bite, she asked "You ain't thinkin' they got somethin' ta do with the slabs, is ya?"
The Father shrugged. "I dunno any better than you do."
Aladari put down her glass with a loud clink and a burp, having finished off the last of her meal. If only I had a boat, Aladari thought, I could get out there and investigate. But for that I'd need money... That was when inspiration struck.
"You really wanna know 'bouts them pirates, don'tcha Father?"
He nodded slowly, confused by the question, and lost in Aladari's train of thought.
"Nuff to give out coins fer it?"
The Father's face lit up with realization, and he laughed good-naturedly. "Sure. If you can get somethin' useful, I'll get you some mizas."
Aladari's eyes suddenly flashed into a violent shade of violet, her smile growing broader. "Great! I'll be here again soon, Father. Tonight."
The Father snorted in disbelief, shaking his head at the overeager girl. "I'll believe it when I see it, lassie."
Aladari sat down at a seat in the nearly empty bar, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Although it stayed quiet in the mornings, Aladari knew the Drunken Fish was always open. For sailors, every hour was happy hour, even at 10th bell.
"What are you doin' here so early, lassie?"
Aladari's eyes darkened at the use of the word "lassie". He called her that often, as did several people who knew her, but she hated the nickname, and found it belittling. Nevertheless, she stayed quiet. It was too early to fight.
"I'm stoppin' in fer a food. What can you give me?"
"Cheese and bread okay? We ain't got much else."
Aladari sighed. "It'll do."
She accepted the tough bread and cheese begrudgingly, handing over the required coins before crafting the food into a sandwich of sorts. With her mouth full of her first bite, Aladari made a drinking motion with one hand, offering up another copper with her other. Father Manowar nodded in understanding, procuring a glass of water from behind the counter. Aladari swallowed her food hastily, and then took a large swig of the somewhat cool water, relishing the feel of it splashing in her stomach.
"So, talk me, Father," She prodded in-between bites, "What've you heard lately? Anyfin about those slabs o' shyke?"
The Father leaned against the counter, sighing as he did so as if it were a burden for him to tell her. "Nothin' abouts the slabs specific'ly, but I have been seein' more an' more a those pirates out there. They's startin' to scare me now, you know. Just watchin' us like that."
Aladari paused in her chewing, thinking hard for a moment. Through her bite, she asked "You ain't thinkin' they got somethin' ta do with the slabs, is ya?"
The Father shrugged. "I dunno any better than you do."
Aladari put down her glass with a loud clink and a burp, having finished off the last of her meal. If only I had a boat, Aladari thought, I could get out there and investigate. But for that I'd need money... That was when inspiration struck.
"You really wanna know 'bouts them pirates, don'tcha Father?"
He nodded slowly, confused by the question, and lost in Aladari's train of thought.
"Nuff to give out coins fer it?"
The Father's face lit up with realization, and he laughed good-naturedly. "Sure. If you can get somethin' useful, I'll get you some mizas."
Aladari's eyes suddenly flashed into a violent shade of violet, her smile growing broader. "Great! I'll be here again soon, Father. Tonight."
The Father snorted in disbelief, shaking his head at the overeager girl. "I'll believe it when I see it, lassie."