New to this part of the world

[SheigTiire]

The ship Portcullix was among many to dock in this cities great harbors. It was one of the larger, older vessals among the ships, and its captain was just about the same in description. The ship was used mostly (outwardly) for tansporting exotic goods and peoples from country to country. In reality, it was quite the pirate ship.

Among the crew members, was former sub-commander Teyda of the Fighter Class 'A' division of the Army of the "Elite Forces of Queen Stilyut" Leader of the western country Kumund... etc. etc. In anycase, she had joined the crew for free passage accross the ocean. Arriving here, more or less close to where she thought she wanted to be, the woman disembarked as soon as the Portcullix docked.

The first thing for a travelor to do was to buy a map. Unfortunetly, Teyda had no money left after buying five days supply of food and enough feed to tide her warhorse Luefen over for the next few hours until she made her way out of town

Teydas theory: Theres no point in knowing where your going if your planning to die of starvation before you get there.

Confident in her abilities to find where she needed to go, but not too too sure of where it was, the former sub-commander ex-pirate mounted her horse, settled herself into the sattle, and tugged the reigns, heading for the city gates.

Perhaps she could find a nearby pub to lead her to Avalbane.

Tiire, Sheig, I have no clue what would have dragged you all the way over here to go visit some bloody stinkin elves you dont even know.
Well, at least this arduous jorney got me this rather attractive pirates hat. Else I would have considered going home.

She grinned a military grin and headed onward.

[Arwen]

Tall, rugged, and dark skinned, a man sat perched on a rock, hand raised to his chin in thought as he gazed out at the ocean. A white tunic was plastered against him with the strong, salty sea-wind, and dried-curly black hair rested in flyaway strands. A crimson sash, too, billowed away with the wind, and his legs were covered with navy trousers. He musingly eyed the ship pulling in to port, sighing through his nose before standing again and glancing off toward the sturdy house on the cliff behind him, then stretched. He had been in too long. Time to man the sales, it was. For he was Captain Jarvis Rafaael of the Nerina, and she was his to dock and put to sea as he wished. Perhaps he could pull his crew together by next morn?

He yawned, stretched again, and trudged back in the direction of his home, not worried that his wife or son would miss him if he were gone, only that he would end up with cabin fever before he could set out again.

Hmm, but wait! He had never seen the woman who now found her way mainland, a rather sturdy horse behind her. There were many people he did not recognize though, that finished their journeys here. She was an interesting one, and by the looks of it, a pirate. Strange. Pirates did not dock here. Unless they were the good kind, of course, but those odder elven and human folk were rare. And you couldn't really call them good either. They still smuggled, only for good causes. Regardless, she was a new and strange person, and she was heading his direction.

"Stranger! What matters bring you a'wayfaring in the port Harborn?" His voice was as gruff as his figure was burly.

[Shiegtiirewhtever]

Teyda whipped around on her horse. Twas not as if she could have utterly and totally known that the man was talking to her; there where many strangers in this town. But, one could never be sure. When her calculating gaze met his, the tough womans suspicions where confirmed. Eye contact meant everything.

"I am on a quest, sailor! Surely not the sights could have dragged me accross five days of seawater into a place previously unknown to me."

She called out in her rough but still obviously womanly voice. Her wavy teal-coloured hair whipped around her in the harbor wind, and he rested her right hand on a commanders sword.
He voice had the accent fo a soldier in it, and it was very thick. An army brat by birth, that was to be expected.

"And Who, might I ask, wants to know such things? Perhaps you are a theif, my good friend, wanting to know where I am headed so that you may steal my horse as I sleep?"

[Arwen]

A soft chuckle took him at the woman's latter words, and he shook his head slightly in a bit of humor that was somewhat rare in him. "Lady, do I look a man that could ride a horse? Or one that keeps vast amounts of gold? My home is one that shelters and little more. I am Captain Jarvis Rafaael, and that beauty"- he motioned towards his ship with a wave of a large hand -"is the Nerina, my vessel. I sail her as a merchant and fisherman, and for pleasure."

He grinned widely with that, taking a few steps forwards and holding out a heavily calusced hand. "Like a meal and a rest? 'tis all I can offer, but it is well enough. The fish from these waters are the finest in the lands, and I'd hate to allow you away without a taste of the fine stuff. Then again, you've probably lived off of fish on that boat. Where do you come from, and how long was your journey?"

[SheignTiire]

She reached out her own gloved hand, shaking his firmly, and in a way that only men would normally do She was a rough-cut woman, that was for sure. But not without her finer points.
"Good food and rest, truley the most generous offer I have been given in ages. Thank-you captain, I accept your offer."
She offered a jaunty, crooked smile. Quite charming, actually, when she tried.
"As for where I comfrom and where I go, let us say we settle that over dinner and a pint, eh?"

[Arwen]

"But of course! A pint, a pint is something I forgot to offer. But what kind of pint? Everything comes in pints here, Lady." He squeezed her hand a moment, then turned, beckoning towards his home. "Rum, beer, Hell if you cannot have wine by the pint here. We're all sailors and we live and breathe ships, alcohol, and good hospitality in that order." His half smile was as rugged as everything else about him. She was a charming lass, wasn't she? "You are quite welcome in my home. My company and food may not be the best in the lands, but it serves a humble fellow and his family well enough."