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[Anchor]

50th of Spring, 513AV The shore north of Syliras It was quite early, the Svefra camp set up on the shore north of Syliras just beginning to stir. The dull grey of a cloudy dawn shone its shadowed light on the sand, making it appear dull purple rather than gleaming yellow. The trees of the forest cast their shadows far into the stretch of beach, eclipsing the piles of weapons and supplies thrown haphazardly around in the traditional Svefra disorganized style and the warriors who had fallen asleep where they were rather than drag themselves back to their boats with liquor in their veins the previous night. Some of the early risers began shaking these people awake, preparing a morning meal for the camp. The general crescendo of energy started out low, but as the chimes passed more and more bean to wake, adding to the growing commotion that would reach its peak during the day. At this moment though, the height was just some campfires being started with fish and meat thrown over on spits or held over the flames with roasting sticks in the hands of blue-eyed seafarers whose sense of purpose gave them energy at this time of day. Over by the Syliran camp, situated on the edge of the gathering, some Svefra were bringing some prepared food over, showing their genuine hospitality to those who had offered to help them take down the target of their hatred. There was little in the way of money they could collectively pay them, so until an agreement was reached the least that could be done was make them comfortable in the calm before the storm. Standing in the surf, with water coursing over her feet and gradually burying them in the wet sand, Lisette Riprunner had her gaze out onto the blue horizon, growing lighter as more of Syna's gaze cast itself on the farthest edges of the sea. Her eyes were unwavering, but her face seemed to be ageless in that low morning light. Every morning since the first Sylirans began showing up she had stood here, facing some distant far off on the ocean, almost as if she were looking for something. While she was here her attention was on helping the land-bound swim, but in these few chimes before the commotion built her mind was her own, and it was focused on other things. The Svefra visibly shook herself, turning to look at the camp which slowly stirred from its slumber. A ghost of a smile graced her features, not enough to banish the forlorn look but enough to show that she was distracting herself. There was more to do before they were ready to take their vengeance on the vagik pirate the cost her so dearly.

[Perc]

Early or not perc was already at the svefra camp despite the fact he been training quite heavily the day before and the fact that the sylirian camp wasn't exactly the best place to get some rest in the evening. With a few others making noise till the late hours in the night and generally bothering the other ones who did want to rest up for the next day. Still, his patron had beaten the fact that you needed to push through your fatigue into his skull, not to mention he always had the habit to get up early from the life on the farm. So perc was walking towards the camp of the svefra to get another swimming lesson or something else to prepare himself for when they would hunt down the pirate. Perc stopped in his tracks as soon as the smells of roasting fish and meat reached his nostrils. His unfed stomach giving a small growl of protest. 'Well taking a small detour couldn't hurt could it?' Perc thought to himself with a ravenous grin on his face as he changed course towards one of the firepits where the smells where coming from. “Hey, where can I get some of that food?” Perc said to the svefra standing around the fire pit. Without missing a beat one of the svefra handed him a plate with some slabs of meat on it. “mfrehp, dhoanve.” the svefra said with a smile. A few morsels of food spitting Perc stared at the man having not understood a word of what them an had said to him, before shrugging and devouring the meal. It probably wasn't very important anyway. After cleaning up his plate he handed it back towards one of the svefra. “Thanks for the meal, I gotta go now, training calls.” He said with a smile. The svefra just nodded and went back to cooking. He walked towards the shoreline, already seeing a person standing in its waters. She matched the description of the swimming teacher he had gotten from the other svefra. “Hey,” Perc yelled out, in a jovial tone “You are the swimming teacher correct?” He said as he dropped down just a few meters before the shoreline. Looking around for the rest of the students. “Am I the first?”

[Lucy Tides]

Lucy had barely been at the Svefra camp for an hour before they had given her the low down on what had happened. 'Such audacity! Why I should have came here sooner.'' She humphed reluctantly and wandered around the camp asking for work to do but each one turned her down. She sighed, taking a seat facing the ocean not knowing what to do next. 'Just to hot and it's only spring.' Lucy took off her aqua shirt, revealing a blue bra and a tidal wave on her abs. She rubbed her neck where her tattoo of Rue was. 'I miss Rue. I hope he's alright.' She looked out across the beach noticing two figures by the water. 'Swimming practice? I'm a bit rusty, I should go join them.'

Lucy headed towards the water where two figures stood. One seemed very familiar, as if she had seen him a few times before. 'Perc!' She smiled and stood on her right leg to take off her left boot then switched legs to take off the right boot. She ran up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. A wide grin spread across her face. "Hello Perc." Lucy said in her sweet Svefra accent and looked out to the waters to see a Svefra woman. She took her hand of Perc's shoulder and waved to her. "Hello, I'm Lucy Tides. Who're you?" She asked and began to play with her mother's ring on her left hand.