15th of Summer, 516 AV Terag went over his stuff once more, he didn't want to leave anything behind. All his travel belongings that he had brought with him to Syliras originally were in his bag already. Along with them he set inside his tools for engraving, figuring at the very least they could provide some entertainment while on the boat. It was not going to be a short trip after all, and you could only do nothing for so long before you went insane. Terag, especially, felt like he needed to be working on something or improving near constantly as of late. Out of everything he owned, he did decide to leave one thing here for the time being. His spear, the weapon that started it all for him. Rather than something he needed to defend himself with, as he had his war fork for that, it just served as a memory and motivation. Its sentimental value was simply too much to warrant bringing it along, and so he set it against the wall behind the chest. He made a mental note to set up a stand for it later. He stood as he tied off the bag and threw it onto his shoulders and took his war fork into his right hand. Terag took one last look around at the room, it really didn't look any different than usual since he kept most of his belongings in the chest, but the feelings was definitely strange. It was a place he didn't think he would be leaving so soon. He let out a sigh, it wasn't going to be the last time he was here at least. Once out the door he locked it behind him and made his way to the boat. Outside he realized the weather was dreadful, and how they would set sail in something like this was beyond Terag. But, he wasn't a sailor so he supposed it wasn't his place to know better one way or another. Using his war fork as a make-shift walking stick he made his way to the docks, and onto the boat he had been told not too long ago he would need to board. This was it, once the ship left port he wouldn't be able to come back until he saw this trip through. With one more deep breath he looked over the city of Syliras, or rather what he could see from the ship. "Should probably keep this image in my head, something to keep in mind that I need to come back to? Strange, I feel like I did that when I left Sultros," he said out loud but to no one in particular. Not that most anyone would understand what he was saying in Isurian anyways, but speaking in his native tongue helped relax him some. A few long moments he turned to look over the boat now, and the people on board. A few faces he vaguely remembered but nothing that sparked anything major yet. As he looked an tried to keep himself entertained he began to hum to himself. This time an old war-hymn, one that was meant to keep the troops morale up and rallied. |