Day 37: Departing from Thrassos

[Stix]

After a peaceful five-week stay in the philosophers' village by the sea, the Maundrell brothers procure three long, shallow skiffs, crewed by locals -- one for the both of them and their gear, the others for their hired help. The morning of departure, Robert makes the rounds at the village's only inn, pounding on room doors first thing in the morning. "Up and up, cutters! Dress, eat, and meet us at the docks -- you can take your jink and run, but you won't get far! Eight legs to a boat, so make your friends now!"

OOC Notes
Emotions are heightened on Arborea, and withholding them is nearly impossible. Every sensation and experience is that much more significant and intense.

Thanks for sticking with it, folks. : )

[john]

John grates, already dressed and armored fully, his vulture-helm revealing little beyond his beady brown eyes "I'm with you fellows, I think. Wouldn't do for the paymasters to get killed off by an unfortunate accident, after all."

He shifts, the not well segmented splint mail groaning with the movement of his muscle. He's a small walking arsenal and more than a little out of place in this rather too-happy zone. He reacts twitchily and almost-violently to any nearby sounds, watching for dangers everywhere in the middle of a populated and well-maintained town.

[Stix]

"I appreciate that attitude," says Robert, flashing a grin, blurting out his words quickly in barely-contained excitement. "But I'm afraid we're out of room on our boat -- our holding bag won't work once we get to Ossa, so we've got to use some of that space for supplies, and the rest for all of the little toys we might need once we get to Pelion.

"I have to tend to a last-minute business arrangement before we go," he adds, hefting a small bag of coins in one hand, "but I'll see you at the shore. Kick these bashers out of bed, so we can keep our early start." The Indep turns on one heel and trots toward the exit, humming tunelessly to himself.

[john]

Makes the rounds, pounding on each door in turn and growling,
"Time to get up and earn our pay, the Maundrell Brothers are moving out, and that means our rides are with them."

He seems peculiarly well-humored for his usual surly self, once set to a task of annoying other people into awakening. His smile looks like a gash below the vulture helm's beak.

[edisoncarter]

Seething, Nilou appears, her coat not quite on right, her things not quite properly packed. And what should greet her? But John's lovely mug.

"Bite me," she snarls, and a hoof makes its way dangerously close to his boot. "Might try a little courtesy next time, you musclebrained sack of rust and bones!"

[TheGratefulNed]

Nuuko groans at John's insistent knock and lethargically stretches before walking out the door, still in the process of strapping on all of his gear. He seems rather excited and almost lost in his wondering about this big body of water over which they're going to be "sailing."

He quickly heads downstairs looking for a fast, portable breakfast and a morning glass of wine.

[john]

John appears nonplussed at the very idea of courtesy, then responds quite literally to the snarl.

"I do not believe biting you would be entirely sanitary, unless you like scurvy or trench mouth."

He smiles for a moment and then shuffles on to awaken everyone else.

[Stix]

The smell of pan-frying pork catches the nose of anyone up and about. The common room has already filled up beyond the capacity of its tables, town laborers and militiamen taking in their morning meal -- pork steaks and bacon, sweetbread and fish from the early morning catch, grapes and figs, and of course, olives of all sizes, soaked and fresh.

As they've done twice before in your time here, everything is on display and up for grabs -- though it's expected that patrons will eat reasonably and not carry off an armful of food, that doesn't stop the occasional diner from doing it.

[TheGratefulNed]

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The smell of pan-frying pork catches the nose of anyone up and about. The common room has already filled up beyond the capacity of its tables, town laborers and militiamen taking in their morning meal -- pork steaks and bacon, sweetbread and fish from the early morning catch, grapes and figs, and of course, olives of all sizes, soaked and fresh.

As they've done twice before in your time here, everything is on display and up for grabs -- though it's expected that patrons will eat reasonably and not carry off an armful of food, that doesn't stop the occasional diner from doing it.

Picking his way among the throng of humans, the dark-skinned prime seems almost disproportionately tall. While strategically plotting his egress, Nuuko deftly snatches a few pieces each of sweetbread and bacon. Having eaten half of this before making it across the overflowing common room, he grabs a handful of fresh olives on his way out the door. No sense in dealing with all of this crowd just to get a little wine...