A Chance Encounter in the Rigid North (Closed/Social)
Sept 18, 2023 13:57:14 GMT -5
Post by Ishikawa Saizo on Sept 18, 2023 13:57:14 GMT -5
He had been wandering relatively aimlessly for over a year now, well seven months really, the first five he spent waylaid, shipwrecked and destitute in a foreign land that cared naught for who he was or that he was even a human being it seemed. He didn't let it color his journey though for as soon as he was able he worked off the debt he had occurred at the healing house in pale city and bought himself the freedom to leave the city without issue. It was in the first few months that he had truly learned what he was capable of with the knowledge that his family and more importantly, Father, had instilled in him.
He choose to do work that didn't bring too much attention to himself, but allowed him to carry out both his prime directive and make himself known as a problem solver. It was easier that way, for if he was just another hapless adventurer or someone who could do the random odd job here or there he would never have more then what was required for daily living, and that was not sufficient enough for him to live the life he wanted. After all, he cared naught for the quality of lodging but simple food would not do, he had tastes and desires to try everything this land had to offer him and he would take full advantage of it.
It was on this trip of Culinary exploration that he had found himself within the Village of Stormgale within the Dragon's Cradle Alliance, a place he was to visit on behalf of his family but also regaled as the epitome of Wyvern cuisine and traditional Stouts, something he was keen to at least experience if not learn to make himself during his time in the Region. The only bump in the road thus far was that Stormgale didn't necessarily have more clandestine work for him to help with so he had found himself roughing it so to speak all for the sake of saving his Solars for good food.
It was here that his day started as he woke up from the temporary lodging he had constructed just outside the village itself near the front gate, his survival shelter of sticks and hay that had been given to him after helping one of the local shepherds get a ram away from one of the nearby Wyvern Dens, was cozy if not extremely bare bones. Rousing from his slumber and donning his clothes and things, he gingerly made his way from out from the roadside woods and began to walk towards the open front gate of Stormgale, his mind focused on what he would make his first meal of the day.
He choose to do work that didn't bring too much attention to himself, but allowed him to carry out both his prime directive and make himself known as a problem solver. It was easier that way, for if he was just another hapless adventurer or someone who could do the random odd job here or there he would never have more then what was required for daily living, and that was not sufficient enough for him to live the life he wanted. After all, he cared naught for the quality of lodging but simple food would not do, he had tastes and desires to try everything this land had to offer him and he would take full advantage of it.
It was on this trip of Culinary exploration that he had found himself within the Village of Stormgale within the Dragon's Cradle Alliance, a place he was to visit on behalf of his family but also regaled as the epitome of Wyvern cuisine and traditional Stouts, something he was keen to at least experience if not learn to make himself during his time in the Region. The only bump in the road thus far was that Stormgale didn't necessarily have more clandestine work for him to help with so he had found himself roughing it so to speak all for the sake of saving his Solars for good food.
It was here that his day started as he woke up from the temporary lodging he had constructed just outside the village itself near the front gate, his survival shelter of sticks and hay that had been given to him after helping one of the local shepherds get a ram away from one of the nearby Wyvern Dens, was cozy if not extremely bare bones. Rousing from his slumber and donning his clothes and things, he gingerly made his way from out from the roadside woods and began to walk towards the open front gate of Stormgale, his mind focused on what he would make his first meal of the day.