just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
Considering the things he’d helped his fellow ascended collect for their own quests from the Voice, Nate considers himself lucky. A diamond, and sear cats blood.
The cats blood is the simpler of the two to come across, so he decides to worry about the diamond instead. It shouldn’t be difficult to find a diamond the size he needs, with the kind of port Haulani boasts, but actually obtaining it is going to be a problem. He’s got a bag filled with a few nicer trade items, and a rough limit decided on for things he’s willing to do, favours he’s willing to trade out.
His steps through the market are unhurried, despite the heavy pattering of rain, the paranoid vigilance that has him stiff and hunched. Pemota lingers over his shoulder though, her starlight calming, almost as much as the presence of Haai, keeping in step at his side. Nate tries to keep his mind on simple things, as his eyes shift around, trying to find what it is he needs.
The cats blood is the simpler of the two to come across, so he decides to worry about the diamond instead. It shouldn’t be difficult to find a diamond the size he needs, with the kind of port Haulani boasts, but actually obtaining it is going to be a problem. He’s got a bag filled with a few nicer trade items, and a rough limit decided on for things he’s willing to do, favours he’s willing to trade out.
His steps through the market are unhurried, despite the heavy pattering of rain, the paranoid vigilance that has him stiff and hunched. Pemota lingers over his shoulder though, her starlight calming, almost as much as the presence of Haai, keeping in step at his side. Nate tries to keep his mind on simple things, as his eyes shift around, trying to find what it is he needs.
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
