saiden
Saiden had been running an errand at the Governor’s mansion. Given the rather clandestine nature of most of his work, it had taken place after dark. Then he'd swung by the kitchens, because the cook there was an old friend. They'd whipped something up together, and had dinner and drinks. The Hali had collected the gossip he'd missed out on during the Ark's latest voyage.
Bidding the other chef a good night, Saiden had stumbled out of the mansion. It was a beautiful night, with a full moon and stars shining. In one hand, he held a bottle of rum that he periodically sipped from. Other than the shorts he wore and the cutlass at his hip, that was all he had. He stumbled down the slopes of Apopo, grinning and singing a sea shanty wildly off-key. Unsurprisingly, the lyrics were dirty.
Nate
Bidding the other chef a good night, Saiden had stumbled out of the mansion. It was a beautiful night, with a full moon and stars shining. In one hand, he held a bottle of rum that he periodically sipped from. Other than the shorts he wore and the cutlass at his hip, that was all he had. He stumbled down the slopes of Apopo, grinning and singing a sea shanty wildly off-key. Unsurprisingly, the lyrics were dirty.
