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The ship's steward, a male hyur dressed to impress, smiled and gave well wishes to each noble as he or she disembarked the massive ship. Several of the nobles wasted no time in heading toward wherever they were residing for the duration of their stay. Several others lingered behind to ensure that their precious luggage would be delivered without any delay.
"Good eve to you Lord Mavanix,"€ the steward said with his usual smile to the next noble exiting the luxury ship. "We hope you enjoyed the journey and look forward to your future patronage."€Â
The noble, a hyur man in his mid to late forties, smiled faintly back to the steward. "€œA very pleasant trip indeed. Thank you." The man was well dressed as were most of those disembarking the ship. It didn't take a genius to discern who was a noble and who was simply hired help. The man'€™s white and red garments seemed to compliment his light colored hair and neatly groomed beard. He seemed in rather decent shape for a man of his age and status, though that was difficult to discern based on his semi-loose garments. A rather large ruby ring rested upon one of his left fingers, quite dazzling even under a night'€™s sky. He stroked his chin, displaying the ring for just about anyone to see as if inviting thieves to try making a grab for it.
Another figure exited the ship behind him, this one a miqo'€™te. Her face was concealed by a golden mask while the rest of her body was clad in black leather. A sheathed dagger rested on both her right and left hip. She remained a respectable distance from the noble, but anyone could tell that she was indeed part of his entourage--a bodyguard most likely.
The noble took a few steps toward where the ship'€™s luggage was being unloaded. After a moment of watching, the hyur barked out toward the baggage boy. "Be careful with that! The last thing I need is to have my things damaged by the water. Incompetent little..."€ His last words were mumbled under his breath. The baggage boy seemed extremely agitated, clearly sick of dealing with demanding nobles already.
The man turned to his masked miqo'te escort and rolled his eyes. "€œI want to go straight to our rooms. This area reeks of scavengers." A female hyur'€™s waving suddenly caught the man'€™s attention. A look of surprise crossed his face, followed by a warm smile. The man strode toward the woman. The miqo'€™te followed, still remaining a few paces back.
"€œLady Elysia? What an honor to see you here. You must have been below the deck the entire time for me to not have seen you. What brings you all this way?"
"Good eve to you Lord Mavanix,"€ the steward said with his usual smile to the next noble exiting the luxury ship. "We hope you enjoyed the journey and look forward to your future patronage."€Â
The noble, a hyur man in his mid to late forties, smiled faintly back to the steward. "€œA very pleasant trip indeed. Thank you." The man was well dressed as were most of those disembarking the ship. It didn't take a genius to discern who was a noble and who was simply hired help. The man'€™s white and red garments seemed to compliment his light colored hair and neatly groomed beard. He seemed in rather decent shape for a man of his age and status, though that was difficult to discern based on his semi-loose garments. A rather large ruby ring rested upon one of his left fingers, quite dazzling even under a night'€™s sky. He stroked his chin, displaying the ring for just about anyone to see as if inviting thieves to try making a grab for it.
Another figure exited the ship behind him, this one a miqo'€™te. Her face was concealed by a golden mask while the rest of her body was clad in black leather. A sheathed dagger rested on both her right and left hip. She remained a respectable distance from the noble, but anyone could tell that she was indeed part of his entourage--a bodyguard most likely.
The noble took a few steps toward where the ship'€™s luggage was being unloaded. After a moment of watching, the hyur barked out toward the baggage boy. "Be careful with that! The last thing I need is to have my things damaged by the water. Incompetent little..."€ His last words were mumbled under his breath. The baggage boy seemed extremely agitated, clearly sick of dealing with demanding nobles already.
The man turned to his masked miqo'te escort and rolled his eyes. "€œI want to go straight to our rooms. This area reeks of scavengers." A female hyur'€™s waving suddenly caught the man'€™s attention. A look of surprise crossed his face, followed by a warm smile. The man strode toward the woman. The miqo'€™te followed, still remaining a few paces back.
"€œLady Elysia? What an honor to see you here. You must have been below the deck the entire time for me to not have seen you. What brings you all this way?"