The town near a cerulean ocean was impossibly crowded, so much so as to be annoying when one was in search of a particular person amidst the rough and tumble. Kal already felt a little out of sorts--making time to turn in reports for the guild was not his favorite use of sunlight hours, but the benefits of being a member of the guild outweighed the occasional inconvenience, he supposed.
As Kal left the town boardwalk and came onto the stretch of sand before the ocean shoreline, he paused and took in a beautiful array of colors that stretched over the waters and made them look like blood in the dying light of the sun. A smile pulled at Kal's lips. He had seen the ocean of Instrahla and the Crystal Bay of Mal'Serrine, but the Ahi Coast held its own beauty that he felt he could take the moment to appreciate before continuing his search.
Kal passed by one woman with distinctive red hair, and he thought of the people of the eastern Borderlands of his home, those who bartered with the Catfolk. They were all short and fair-skinned and often had such brightly colored hair. How curious to see it here. Kal wondered if this girl could be of his own homeland--but he did not have time to dwell on it, for Kal caught sight of a flash of white and recognized the person he was here to find.
"Provost Jigano!" Kalynd called as he drew closer. He hoped that he hadn't mistaken some other man with white hair as his guild's Provost, as that would be more embarrassment than he cared to deal with in his already frazzled state.
As Kal left the town boardwalk and came onto the stretch of sand before the ocean shoreline, he paused and took in a beautiful array of colors that stretched over the waters and made them look like blood in the dying light of the sun. A smile pulled at Kal's lips. He had seen the ocean of Instrahla and the Crystal Bay of Mal'Serrine, but the Ahi Coast held its own beauty that he felt he could take the moment to appreciate before continuing his search.
Kal passed by one woman with distinctive red hair, and he thought of the people of the eastern Borderlands of his home, those who bartered with the Catfolk. They were all short and fair-skinned and often had such brightly colored hair. How curious to see it here. Kal wondered if this girl could be of his own homeland--but he did not have time to dwell on it, for Kal caught sight of a flash of white and recognized the person he was here to find.
"Provost Jigano!" Kalynd called as he drew closer. He hoped that he hadn't mistaken some other man with white hair as his guild's Provost, as that would be more embarrassment than he cared to deal with in his already frazzled state.
