[The Docks] Fresh Fish! (Boris)

[Jett Variona]

25th Winter of 511 AV Finally, a relief from duty. The day had been long and unusually warm, but now the sea breeze brought the cool spray and the smell of salt to the monk, and dotted his weary brown robes with a release from the day and a promise of leisurely times. Not that he was complaining, Jett thought. He was as devout as anyone, perhaps more so than most, but he enjoyed the times where he could be free to wander, drink, gamble, and laugh quietly to himself as people avoided his gaze. Yes, the life of a monk was desirable indeed. He had been contacted by his friend this morning as he left his quarters in the Xannos Headquarters of a friendly game of dice that would going on later in the day. Normally he wouldn't bother with a gambling game played outdoors where anyone would walk by, see the monk, decide their chances at gaining some coin weren't enough to risk a beatdown, then leave. However, he owed this friend a favor and so he had resolved to join him after he finished his rounds.He would not be playing, but rather standing to the side and looking intimidating. His friend was worried of some of the more brutish players cheating, and the backup of a monk would do wonders to discourage such vile behavior. Favor or not, Jett planned on charging for his services by demanding a round of whiskey after the game finished and night fell. For now he waited, enjoying the sights and sounds and smells of the docks.