[Riverfall Port of Entry] All PCs Post Here From the Suvan

[Rhuryc]

Winter 6, 511 AV He would never like boats. The relief Rhuryc felt when his boots hit solid ground was palpable, even if said ground was wood suspended over water. Whatever. He thunked down the wharf in his wobbled manner, juking and diving about as the sailors and deckhands went about dislodging their cargo and otherwise making a mess of the already cluttered docks. His stay here was to be short, but already he felt as if his welcome was done. Akalaks had a way of getting on the wrong side of his sword. Most likely when they tried to kill him. He could only hope they would be more civil here in their homeland. With full intention of find someplace that did not rock with the waves to sleep, Rhuryc adjusted his coat and forged his way through the mess of civilians. He was an obvious new arrival. The pack attached to his shoulders clunked and clanked with every step from the mass of travel attire, mixed between the rhythmic tinkering of his sheath and the accompanying shield. Perhaps he drew a look or two, but here, among the blue folk, Rhuryc was not longer a tall oddity; he was, in fact, short for the first time in his life. How queer.