“Very good. The Akalak’s name is Rakar, a servant of Nysel. I’ll try not to be too long.” Desdel said with a small wave before setting off down the dock and leaving the otani to keep the watch. The otter was busy playing with a rock around the side of the casinor. It chirped when it saw the otani dropping its rock then swimming down to retrieve it. While Onaona was spending the chimes with the little tavan, the docks were for the most part quiet save for a lone row boat that came and went before finally someone approached the casinor.
At first it was hard to distinguish anything about them save for the long, grey cloak they wore that shrouded their features in the fog. A few things could be determined however. They were tall, about seven feet or so, with a rather large build. When they drew closer, Onaona would be able to pick out the grey shirt and pants he wore beneath the cloak, then his face. It was a dark blue, while his eyes were a pale shade of green.
Walking all the way to the end of the dock, he knelt, giving Onaona a curious look. He flicked something silver into the water. “Sorry I don’t have more, you are a little early.” He said as he pulled back his hood. His skin had a powdery matte finish to it in the glow of the docks lanterns. If the otani chose to go for the object, she would see that it was a silver coin with a keyhole stamped on one side, the other depicting a hollow circle. By the time she surfaced, the Akalak would be sitting on the end of the dock, whistling a faint tune to himself.
“I am Omryn. Is this your vessel otani?” He asked with a slight smirk, and folding his hands in front of him. “Of course not, though maybe you know the man it belongs to? Not a lot of men coming to brave this fog.” Omryn studied the ship while he talked, looking it up and down several times. He stopped examining it after a few chimes, turning to look at Onaona once more. “I was expecting a man to come with him. It is too bad he didn’t come, we arranged a spot in the tower for him.” The Akalak stood up then, taking his time to fuss with his outfit for a moment.
“Even so, my pardons for taking your time. I’ll let Rakar know that he won’t be coming today..” Omryn said, trailing off when he saw the otter come up to smash a clam shell on its belly. “Then again, I suppose I can wait.” He took a seat on the piling to chat with the otani while the chimes went by. Then Isay came running down the dock, a bag slung over one arm, and a warm roll of bread clutched in her hands. She stopped briefly to glance sidelong at the Akalak before continuing to the end of the dock, extending the roll out to Onaona. “Its sweet.” She remarked cheerily before climbing aboard to casinor.
Looking after her, Omryn remarked. “I don’t suppose that is Desdel. His daughter perhaps?” He focused intently on the spot she had disappeared off to, only looking away a tick before she appeared on the side. “You here to help Kalr?” Isay asked in Fratava, and Omryn grinned broadly at the question. “Indeed. I was hoping to meet him here in fact.” He said, sounding a little disappointed as he did so. His grin did not diminish however.
“Oh” Isay said, and bit her lip a lip before hanging over the side of the casinor. “My father knows more about that.” She said after thinking it over a while. “Regrettable.” Omryn said simply, pushing off from the piling to start pacing at the end of the dock.
He didn’t have to wait much longer however as Desdel and Isskal appeared at the end of the dock. Desdel raised a hand sighting the Akalak smiling until he caught sight of the man’s face. “I’ve paid my fee for the port.” Desdel said upon not recognizing the man, ushering his son aboard the casinor before turning to face the man.
Omryn laughed at that, and clasped his hands together. “Rakar couldn’t make it. With the fog, he figured you’d be out to water so he went out with the Kuvay’Nas to scout out the grass for the trials. I have been well apprised of your friend’s condition however, though I had expected you were going to bring him with you, no?”
Desdel scrutinized the man before extending a hand to clasp his forearm. “I suppose you would know his name then?” He asked leadingly, which drew a slight nod from the suddenly sober Akalak. “Kalr. There aren’t many who come so far seeking the dreamers.” Desdel relaxed somewhat at this, and waved at his children to prep the ship. “He isn’t far, we can take you to him if that’s alright.”
Omryn sighed, and shook his head. “I’m afraid it is just me at the tower right now, and I have duties to keep. However if you could deliver him this scroll I believe it will help him along his journey. As for the rest, he has to come here if he wants us to guide him.” He said regretfully, handing Desdel a black scroll tube that the Svefra tucked into his belt. “Thank you for your time. We will see what we can do.” Desdel said, shaking the Akalak’s hand again before turning to climb aboard the ship. Isay reached over to pull the otter aboard as Omryn favored them all with a slight wave before turning towards the Onaona. “I hope to see you again.” He said before turning to walk back down the dock.
At first it was hard to distinguish anything about them save for the long, grey cloak they wore that shrouded their features in the fog. A few things could be determined however. They were tall, about seven feet or so, with a rather large build. When they drew closer, Onaona would be able to pick out the grey shirt and pants he wore beneath the cloak, then his face. It was a dark blue, while his eyes were a pale shade of green.
Walking all the way to the end of the dock, he knelt, giving Onaona a curious look. He flicked something silver into the water. “Sorry I don’t have more, you are a little early.” He said as he pulled back his hood. His skin had a powdery matte finish to it in the glow of the docks lanterns. If the otani chose to go for the object, she would see that it was a silver coin with a keyhole stamped on one side, the other depicting a hollow circle. By the time she surfaced, the Akalak would be sitting on the end of the dock, whistling a faint tune to himself.
“I am Omryn. Is this your vessel otani?” He asked with a slight smirk, and folding his hands in front of him. “Of course not, though maybe you know the man it belongs to? Not a lot of men coming to brave this fog.” Omryn studied the ship while he talked, looking it up and down several times. He stopped examining it after a few chimes, turning to look at Onaona once more. “I was expecting a man to come with him. It is too bad he didn’t come, we arranged a spot in the tower for him.” The Akalak stood up then, taking his time to fuss with his outfit for a moment.
“Even so, my pardons for taking your time. I’ll let Rakar know that he won’t be coming today..” Omryn said, trailing off when he saw the otter come up to smash a clam shell on its belly. “Then again, I suppose I can wait.” He took a seat on the piling to chat with the otani while the chimes went by. Then Isay came running down the dock, a bag slung over one arm, and a warm roll of bread clutched in her hands. She stopped briefly to glance sidelong at the Akalak before continuing to the end of the dock, extending the roll out to Onaona. “Its sweet.” She remarked cheerily before climbing aboard to casinor.
Looking after her, Omryn remarked. “I don’t suppose that is Desdel. His daughter perhaps?” He focused intently on the spot she had disappeared off to, only looking away a tick before she appeared on the side. “You here to help Kalr?” Isay asked in Fratava, and Omryn grinned broadly at the question. “Indeed. I was hoping to meet him here in fact.” He said, sounding a little disappointed as he did so. His grin did not diminish however.
“Oh” Isay said, and bit her lip a lip before hanging over the side of the casinor. “My father knows more about that.” She said after thinking it over a while. “Regrettable.” Omryn said simply, pushing off from the piling to start pacing at the end of the dock.
He didn’t have to wait much longer however as Desdel and Isskal appeared at the end of the dock. Desdel raised a hand sighting the Akalak smiling until he caught sight of the man’s face. “I’ve paid my fee for the port.” Desdel said upon not recognizing the man, ushering his son aboard the casinor before turning to face the man.
Omryn laughed at that, and clasped his hands together. “Rakar couldn’t make it. With the fog, he figured you’d be out to water so he went out with the Kuvay’Nas to scout out the grass for the trials. I have been well apprised of your friend’s condition however, though I had expected you were going to bring him with you, no?”
Desdel scrutinized the man before extending a hand to clasp his forearm. “I suppose you would know his name then?” He asked leadingly, which drew a slight nod from the suddenly sober Akalak. “Kalr. There aren’t many who come so far seeking the dreamers.” Desdel relaxed somewhat at this, and waved at his children to prep the ship. “He isn’t far, we can take you to him if that’s alright.”
Omryn sighed, and shook his head. “I’m afraid it is just me at the tower right now, and I have duties to keep. However if you could deliver him this scroll I believe it will help him along his journey. As for the rest, he has to come here if he wants us to guide him.” He said regretfully, handing Desdel a black scroll tube that the Svefra tucked into his belt. “Thank you for your time. We will see what we can do.” Desdel said, shaking the Akalak’s hand again before turning to climb aboard the ship. Isay reached over to pull the otter aboard as Omryn favored them all with a slight wave before turning towards the Onaona. “I hope to see you again.” He said before turning to walk back down the dock.