12-23-2016, 07:24 PM
The Sage slipped out of the alleyway quickly, his satchel repaired and a small amount of imperial credits summoned up to pay for his meal. Merchants here in Cinnabar might give him some dirty looks over the choice of currency, but they would accept it as genuine and move on, without questioning further. If he had shown his foreign status by asking the currency or else just paying with raw Omnilium that would only serve to connect him to all the prime-related chaos that had been plaguing the island of late. He had over-stayed his welcome here in Cinnabar, it would be for the best if he moved on before more trouble started.
The merchant, a bright red Yoshi, gave him the expected squint-eyed glare as he took the imperial credits. The Sage thanked the Yoshi for the steaming fish, and moved on before the vendor got too suspicious. The Sage made his way towards the docks with as little pause as possible. There were few enough humans on the island that he was already more noticeable than he would like. The sirens of the Cinnabar police announced their presence, and the Sage darted into a nearby alleyway, as the two patrol cars passed. With the amount of prime-related chaos on Cinnabar lately, the law enforcement was on high alert. He needed to be on his way sooner rather than later.
Reaching the docks, the Sage began to assess his potential escape options. He needed a ship that would be nondescript, one that would pass the Imperial blockade by being not worth their time to pursue. A ship whose captain would not be especially inclined to ask questions as well, that he might be let aboard and be on his way before he could be implicated in the recent events of the island.
“Oy! You there, in the red!” The call rang out amidst the crowded docks, and the Sage looked up in alarm, unsure of the caller’s intentions and preparing to bolt. He paused, frowning in confusion as a mildly familiar dwarf approached him from one of the jetties. The Sage stopped, waiting as the well-armed warrior closed. There was a good part of the Sage that expected this to go poorly, but the dwarf had called him from a significant distance. If he decided to bolt the dwarf would be unable to keep up. A demonstration of faith that I will remain… You must not have been The Sage turned to wait for the dwarf’s approach.
“Do I know you?” The Sage asked, placing his walking stick in front of him and resting his hands on top of it. The Dwarf neared, a glowing pipe stuck out amongst grinning teeth.
“Na’ really lad. I’m just plum tickled we w’re able ta find you so quickly.” The Dwarf said, doffing his leather helm. With an air of good-natured mockery, he made a short bow. “I be Daedlin Thol Geshud, an’ I have been sent ta find you if’n I was able to. An old friend a yours is lookin’ fer you… do ye remember Dasha?” he asked, as he re donned his leather cap.
The Sage nodded hesitantly, “She ran that inn back in Coasta del Sol, Yes?” the dwarf nodded eagerly “Why did she ask you to find me? I have yet to find any leads on where…”
The Dwarf waved him into silence. “Aye, aye, no need ta worry about that lad…. She’s asked me to find you an’ bring you back. She said she’s got some kinda lead or sumthin’ for you. I’m jus’ supposed to take you aback to the inn.” He scratched his head with an almost sheepish grin. “I mighta owed her a favor for the mess I made the las’ time I was there…” Daedlin fixed the sage with a very earnest look. “You’d be doin’ me a solid if’n you did come, lad.”
The Sage nodded, “Then lead on, good sir dwarf, I will of course assist your endeavors.” Daedlin’s grin returned. And he waved for the Sage to follow him towards the small caravel he had come from, and the Sage proceeded down the jetty after the captain. A favor to Dasha, eh? Your arrival here seems entirely too convenient. Why are you really being so generous, shall we see?
Daedlin bounded up the gangplank and began hollering at passing crewmen. The Sage followed more sedately, stepping onto the deck and off-handedly inspecting the ship. The craftsmanship was both impressive and quite new. All the wood was well polished, and the sails shown with the promise of new horizons.This ship has yet to be tested… The Sage thought as Daedlin turned back to him.
“We’re all set to go. We just got into port early this mornin’. Turns out Mewtwo’s haven’ some sort of problems wit’ the Imperials, so my men wouldn’t have been let off the ship anyways. We’re better off if’n we just head out again, rather than wait’n around. I was expectin’ to have to chase you all aroun’ the Deeps. I was jus’ expecting to find a lead or two here on where’d you gone off to.” Daedlin scratched his beard, “Honestly you turnin’ up on the docks like that was a plum stroke a luck for me!” The Dwarf let out a hardly laugh and slapped the Sage on the back with a surprising amount of force. The Sage managed to keep his footing and returned Daedlin’s joviality with a thin smile.
The Dwarf seemed contented by his response and turned away as the ship's crew began preparations for leaving. Yes, a stroke of luck indeed. The Sage turned and strolled to the prow of the ship. This should make for an interesting voyage.
The merchant, a bright red Yoshi, gave him the expected squint-eyed glare as he took the imperial credits. The Sage thanked the Yoshi for the steaming fish, and moved on before the vendor got too suspicious. The Sage made his way towards the docks with as little pause as possible. There were few enough humans on the island that he was already more noticeable than he would like. The sirens of the Cinnabar police announced their presence, and the Sage darted into a nearby alleyway, as the two patrol cars passed. With the amount of prime-related chaos on Cinnabar lately, the law enforcement was on high alert. He needed to be on his way sooner rather than later.
Reaching the docks, the Sage began to assess his potential escape options. He needed a ship that would be nondescript, one that would pass the Imperial blockade by being not worth their time to pursue. A ship whose captain would not be especially inclined to ask questions as well, that he might be let aboard and be on his way before he could be implicated in the recent events of the island.
“Oy! You there, in the red!” The call rang out amidst the crowded docks, and the Sage looked up in alarm, unsure of the caller’s intentions and preparing to bolt. He paused, frowning in confusion as a mildly familiar dwarf approached him from one of the jetties. The Sage stopped, waiting as the well-armed warrior closed. There was a good part of the Sage that expected this to go poorly, but the dwarf had called him from a significant distance. If he decided to bolt the dwarf would be unable to keep up. A demonstration of faith that I will remain… You must not have been The Sage turned to wait for the dwarf’s approach.
“Do I know you?” The Sage asked, placing his walking stick in front of him and resting his hands on top of it. The Dwarf neared, a glowing pipe stuck out amongst grinning teeth.
“Na’ really lad. I’m just plum tickled we w’re able ta find you so quickly.” The Dwarf said, doffing his leather helm. With an air of good-natured mockery, he made a short bow. “I be Daedlin Thol Geshud, an’ I have been sent ta find you if’n I was able to. An old friend a yours is lookin’ fer you… do ye remember Dasha?” he asked, as he re donned his leather cap.
The Sage nodded hesitantly, “She ran that inn back in Coasta del Sol, Yes?” the dwarf nodded eagerly “Why did she ask you to find me? I have yet to find any leads on where…”
The Dwarf waved him into silence. “Aye, aye, no need ta worry about that lad…. She’s asked me to find you an’ bring you back. She said she’s got some kinda lead or sumthin’ for you. I’m jus’ supposed to take you aback to the inn.” He scratched his head with an almost sheepish grin. “I mighta owed her a favor for the mess I made the las’ time I was there…” Daedlin fixed the sage with a very earnest look. “You’d be doin’ me a solid if’n you did come, lad.”
The Sage nodded, “Then lead on, good sir dwarf, I will of course assist your endeavors.” Daedlin’s grin returned. And he waved for the Sage to follow him towards the small caravel he had come from, and the Sage proceeded down the jetty after the captain. A favor to Dasha, eh? Your arrival here seems entirely too convenient. Why are you really being so generous, shall we see?
Daedlin bounded up the gangplank and began hollering at passing crewmen. The Sage followed more sedately, stepping onto the deck and off-handedly inspecting the ship. The craftsmanship was both impressive and quite new. All the wood was well polished, and the sails shown with the promise of new horizons.This ship has yet to be tested… The Sage thought as Daedlin turned back to him.
“We’re all set to go. We just got into port early this mornin’. Turns out Mewtwo’s haven’ some sort of problems wit’ the Imperials, so my men wouldn’t have been let off the ship anyways. We’re better off if’n we just head out again, rather than wait’n around. I was expectin’ to have to chase you all aroun’ the Deeps. I was jus’ expecting to find a lead or two here on where’d you gone off to.” Daedlin scratched his beard, “Honestly you turnin’ up on the docks like that was a plum stroke a luck for me!” The Dwarf let out a hardly laugh and slapped the Sage on the back with a surprising amount of force. The Sage managed to keep his footing and returned Daedlin’s joviality with a thin smile.
The Dwarf seemed contented by his response and turned away as the ship's crew began preparations for leaving. Yes, a stroke of luck indeed. The Sage turned and strolled to the prow of the ship. This should make for an interesting voyage.
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