Elias
It was a normal day for Elias. He was thinking about going to see Phoebe, see how the brothel was turning out, probably ask her on another date that she'd decline. Business was booming today, the skies were bright and clear which meant that people were out and about on the port.
It was nice. Eventually, afternoon was passing by, and while it continued to stay clear, Elias and his crew were packing up the stall for the day. They were going to set sail in just another few hours.
The woman that approached him was... well, she stood out. Her armor was leather, and covered her entire body, and that caused a brow to raise. Surely she was here to get some new clothes? Her gaze roamed over him, and he hardly seemed surprised. If anything, he was used to it. Though his gaze did not roam her, that simple cursery glance to take in her clothing had been it, his gaze had found her face instead.
The gemstone she held up, caused him to arch a brow. "A lovely little trinket." She was trying far too hard to catch his interest. The stone was large, and he reached out to take it, holding out his other hand towards a young man, of about sixteen, who placed a magnifying glass in his hand without a word.
He hummed as he examined the stone, handing it to the boy to examine. "And what, pray tell, is a woman such as yourself looking for in return?"
It was nice. Eventually, afternoon was passing by, and while it continued to stay clear, Elias and his crew were packing up the stall for the day. They were going to set sail in just another few hours.
The woman that approached him was... well, she stood out. Her armor was leather, and covered her entire body, and that caused a brow to raise. Surely she was here to get some new clothes? Her gaze roamed over him, and he hardly seemed surprised. If anything, he was used to it. Though his gaze did not roam her, that simple cursery glance to take in her clothing had been it, his gaze had found her face instead.
The gemstone she held up, caused him to arch a brow. "A lovely little trinket." She was trying far too hard to catch his interest. The stone was large, and he reached out to take it, holding out his other hand towards a young man, of about sixteen, who placed a magnifying glass in his hand without a word.
He hummed as he examined the stone, handing it to the boy to examine. "And what, pray tell, is a woman such as yourself looking for in return?"
Nothing around here is quite as it seems,
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
