The journey was tasking - those several days I tried not to think about being on The Waters, staying holed up in my cabin below the deck - but that was the only reasonable way to reach the City. I made myself try to step out onto the docks without being blindfolded this time, just in case someone would look at me and take me a fool or mad. Still I shivered from stress and the sound of the Ocean crashing against the port and the ships, giant, deep gods-know-how, just behind me, under me, and all these seamen watching and thinking I'm a weak idiot.
The kaleidoscope of colors from the bazaar refreshed me a little and brought my senses back, but I was still totally unready for the man approaching me. His accent and some vocabulary funny - but I suppose I'll be the one with the funny accent here, he just talks the same the rest of the local folk - his garments unnecessarily fancy and garish. A plump city-rat is what I see, taking a shot at entertaining themselves with an 'exotic' newcomer. I stand perplexed, a clash of distaste and curiosity anchoring me speechless. The huntress fires up in me - do not stand idle, do not linger. I make myself cobble a sentence together.
- I- uh... Thanks? All of yer folk here are so hospitable 'ere? What's yer deal mister, need a work-hand, a fool to swindle, hungry for gossip or news from abroad? - I try not to make my lack of trust apparent, but I fail miserably in an instant, and probably sound quite offensive, too. Ah well, the man had it coming, nagging me just like that in the middle of the street out of the blue.
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