39th Summer of 518
Taren steps out of his house and is still walking with a bit of limp from his fall on the Sea of Grass however the leg is healing nicely. The cut and bruise was bad but the more of a bother than anything to the large blue Akalak. Although it has been a few days since his return to Riverfall, he has not felt at peace since and the sea has been calling to him. The smell of the salt air has been an intoxicating him and pulling him to it for meditation while the lapping of the waves calmed his very being. Although RIverfall is and will always be home for him, he knows he must leave it for at least some time to find his peace. During his meditations he had overheard sailors talking of Syka and he knew that is where he needed to go even with knowing almost nothing about the place, both of him knew that is where he must go as if some invisible force was pulling him there.
After his experience in the Sea of Grass he knows that he needs some new supplies and equipment but with his limited funds he tries to keep it minimal for now and only the items he feels he will have trouble finding elsewhere and things he feels will be necessary in the jungles of Syka. Never being outside of Riverfall and the Sea of Grass leaves Taren with no real understanding of what he is in for in and around Syka. For the moment at least he has made a short list of items that he wants and is planning on going to get them today. Wearing pants that has one leg bottom torn off and both legs with various small cuts, backpack slung loosely over his right shoulder, sword and Lakan on his hips, and his normal gruff attitude in full swing and thinking to himself, “This is what’s best” all the while mumbling ”This will be best”. With no debate to be had, he of course works on making it happen.
The walk is slow but Taren is also taking in the sights, now with the knowledge of his departure he looming and he doesn’t know if or when he may return. Noticing the sounds of the birds chirping in the distance, the sounds of the city waking up in the morning and smells of the foods baking in the homes. Boys, servants, and slaves running errands busily as Taren makes his way to the Zhonjie Warrens for his first purchases to be made for the day. As he threads his way around the city and thinking he will watch himself very carefully to not get taken advantage of. Pulling himself up to his full 7’2” height and putting a grimace on his face he declares ”I have this under control” as he enters and weaves his way between the various customers to find his items.
Taren steps out of his house and is still walking with a bit of limp from his fall on the Sea of Grass however the leg is healing nicely. The cut and bruise was bad but the more of a bother than anything to the large blue Akalak. Although it has been a few days since his return to Riverfall, he has not felt at peace since and the sea has been calling to him. The smell of the salt air has been an intoxicating him and pulling him to it for meditation while the lapping of the waves calmed his very being. Although RIverfall is and will always be home for him, he knows he must leave it for at least some time to find his peace. During his meditations he had overheard sailors talking of Syka and he knew that is where he needed to go even with knowing almost nothing about the place, both of him knew that is where he must go as if some invisible force was pulling him there.
After his experience in the Sea of Grass he knows that he needs some new supplies and equipment but with his limited funds he tries to keep it minimal for now and only the items he feels he will have trouble finding elsewhere and things he feels will be necessary in the jungles of Syka. Never being outside of Riverfall and the Sea of Grass leaves Taren with no real understanding of what he is in for in and around Syka. For the moment at least he has made a short list of items that he wants and is planning on going to get them today. Wearing pants that has one leg bottom torn off and both legs with various small cuts, backpack slung loosely over his right shoulder, sword and Lakan on his hips, and his normal gruff attitude in full swing and thinking to himself, “This is what’s best” all the while mumbling ”This will be best”. With no debate to be had, he of course works on making it happen.
The walk is slow but Taren is also taking in the sights, now with the knowledge of his departure he looming and he doesn’t know if or when he may return. Noticing the sounds of the birds chirping in the distance, the sounds of the city waking up in the morning and smells of the foods baking in the homes. Boys, servants, and slaves running errands busily as Taren makes his way to the Zhonjie Warrens for his first purchases to be made for the day. As he threads his way around the city and thinking he will watch himself very carefully to not get taken advantage of. Pulling himself up to his full 7’2” height and putting a grimace on his face he declares ”I have this under control” as he enters and weaves his way between the various customers to find his items.
Thanks to Gossamer for the boxcode