just take your time wherever you go
As soon as the Ark had sailed into port, Saiden had begun to hear the rumors: a portal, and new people from far off lands coming through it. Obviously that was worth looking into, so after helping unload the latest cargo, the cook had meandered over to where the strange pillar of light had unexpectedly appeared.
He was dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, with a rope belt around his waist. A cutlass was strapped to his left hip, a knife on his right. For a while, he just watched the strangers come and go, looking around at the beauty of Torchline. However, as one of them wandered off from the rest of the group, Saiden pushed off the crate he'd been lounging against. Padding out of the shadow that had half hidden, he'd called out to the other man. "Looking for something, mate?" There was an easy smile on the cook's face.
He was dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, with a rope belt around his waist. A cutlass was strapped to his left hip, a knife on his right. For a while, he just watched the strangers come and go, looking around at the beauty of Torchline. However, as one of them wandered off from the rest of the group, Saiden pushed off the crate he'd been lounging against. Padding out of the shadow that had half hidden, he'd called out to the other man. "Looking for something, mate?" There was an easy smile on the cook's face.
