Summer 23, 517
When Sayana finally arrived in Ravok, she didn’t receive a warm welcome. She was stopped several times for citizenship papers, to which she had to admit that she was a visitor and didn’t have any. However, with a mix of hypnotism and frequent use of the name “Clyde Sullins”, she managed to reach the interior of the floating city of Ravok.
She hated being reliant on Clyde’s good name in the city, but even more, she missed him. It brought back distinct memories of when she parted ways with Aren. It had meant to be a short time, but it resulted in something far more lasting. And now it was hard to even imagine finding the tall blue man in the big expanse of Mizahar.
Trying to shake away the feelings of uncertainty and regret, the Eypharian perused the docks while she herself was laden with a large rucksack full of belongings. As she contemplated how she was going to reach the Sullins residence by traversing a multitude of bridges and platforms with only a vague long ago memory of the location, a thin long boat pulled up with a single driver.
“Going someplace Ma’am?”
There was a momentary recoil from the Ravosalaman as Sayana turned and her additional arms became apparent, but the Eypharian spoke up quickly.
“Yes, in fact I am. How much to the Sullins residence?”
“The Sullins residence? But Mr. Sullins hasn’t been seen in…”
“I am an acquaintance. A very good friend of Clyde Sullins.”
For the next couple of ticks she stared hard at the Ravosalaman and summoned her djed to shoot out a variety of thoughts at the man. Favors are good to have to a friend of Clyde Sullins… High status folk may have unusual looking friends with great assets… What if I turned down such a request?
“It’ll be two gold mizas for the trip.”
Sayana gave a warm smile and a nod before loading her belongings into the narrow boat. When she stepped in after, it was lot more wobbly than other ships she had been on and she had to take special care when she reached to hand over the appropriate coin.
The city looked different from the middle of the canals. Instead of the water appearing to be an obstacle to get around, often cutting off the most direct route, the canals acted like paved roadways that brought people and goods in and out of the city. Most of the boats were the narrow ones similar to the one she was in, but there were the occasional large boats or even rafts which carried a multitude of goods: food, textiles, barrels of ale, cases of this and that, and even hunks of rock and metal.
The boat she was in was rather simple looking and the driver used a long pole to push off of buildings and platforms to propel them forwards. Once seated, she found ease in keeping balanced and as they passed under slender bridges, she couldn’t help but look up in awe.
“There have been, ahem, rumors regarding someone who has claimed to be a slave of Mr. Sullins. I have not seen any evidence of such and I personally believe she is more likely to be some sort of squatter than anything else.”
Sayana perked up curiously at the unexpected piece of information from the boat driver. Could it be that after all these seasons Shiress hadn’t left Ravok? Or had someone else sought to take refuge in the empty building?
“My thanks for this piece of news. I will be sure that there are no unsavory squatters at the Sullins residence. In fact, I intend to keep it in good repair for his eventual return.”
When the ravosala finally pulled up near the entrance of Clyde’s home, Sayana began to recognize the finer details of the place and was once again reminded of the mage’s absence. After unloading her belongings, she slipped another gold miza into the Ravosalaman’s hand.
“Many thanks, my friend. And may Rhysol look kindly upon us all.”
With her gear in tow, the Eypharian stepped up to the door and knocked before attempting to enter the building.
Receipt3 gm for Ravosala ride & tip
When Sayana finally arrived in Ravok, she didn’t receive a warm welcome. She was stopped several times for citizenship papers, to which she had to admit that she was a visitor and didn’t have any. However, with a mix of hypnotism and frequent use of the name “Clyde Sullins”, she managed to reach the interior of the floating city of Ravok.
She hated being reliant on Clyde’s good name in the city, but even more, she missed him. It brought back distinct memories of when she parted ways with Aren. It had meant to be a short time, but it resulted in something far more lasting. And now it was hard to even imagine finding the tall blue man in the big expanse of Mizahar.
Trying to shake away the feelings of uncertainty and regret, the Eypharian perused the docks while she herself was laden with a large rucksack full of belongings. As she contemplated how she was going to reach the Sullins residence by traversing a multitude of bridges and platforms with only a vague long ago memory of the location, a thin long boat pulled up with a single driver.
“Going someplace Ma’am?”
There was a momentary recoil from the Ravosalaman as Sayana turned and her additional arms became apparent, but the Eypharian spoke up quickly.
“Yes, in fact I am. How much to the Sullins residence?”
“The Sullins residence? But Mr. Sullins hasn’t been seen in…”
“I am an acquaintance. A very good friend of Clyde Sullins.”
For the next couple of ticks she stared hard at the Ravosalaman and summoned her djed to shoot out a variety of thoughts at the man. Favors are good to have to a friend of Clyde Sullins… High status folk may have unusual looking friends with great assets… What if I turned down such a request?
“It’ll be two gold mizas for the trip.”
Sayana gave a warm smile and a nod before loading her belongings into the narrow boat. When she stepped in after, it was lot more wobbly than other ships she had been on and she had to take special care when she reached to hand over the appropriate coin.
The city looked different from the middle of the canals. Instead of the water appearing to be an obstacle to get around, often cutting off the most direct route, the canals acted like paved roadways that brought people and goods in and out of the city. Most of the boats were the narrow ones similar to the one she was in, but there were the occasional large boats or even rafts which carried a multitude of goods: food, textiles, barrels of ale, cases of this and that, and even hunks of rock and metal.
The boat she was in was rather simple looking and the driver used a long pole to push off of buildings and platforms to propel them forwards. Once seated, she found ease in keeping balanced and as they passed under slender bridges, she couldn’t help but look up in awe.
“There have been, ahem, rumors regarding someone who has claimed to be a slave of Mr. Sullins. I have not seen any evidence of such and I personally believe she is more likely to be some sort of squatter than anything else.”
Sayana perked up curiously at the unexpected piece of information from the boat driver. Could it be that after all these seasons Shiress hadn’t left Ravok? Or had someone else sought to take refuge in the empty building?
“My thanks for this piece of news. I will be sure that there are no unsavory squatters at the Sullins residence. In fact, I intend to keep it in good repair for his eventual return.”
When the ravosala finally pulled up near the entrance of Clyde’s home, Sayana began to recognize the finer details of the place and was once again reminded of the mage’s absence. After unloading her belongings, she slipped another gold miza into the Ravosalaman’s hand.
“Many thanks, my friend. And may Rhysol look kindly upon us all.”
With her gear in tow, the Eypharian stepped up to the door and knocked before attempting to enter the building.
Receipt3 gm for Ravosala ride & tip
Credit: Shimoje
