Fallen Night

Meeting at the Docks

Willaim Jarvis sat up on bar stool and looked out the open wall of Feddan’s Board past the village common toward the docks. The familiar scent of the salt air gave him a moment of pause, thinking back on the time he had spent in the area and lately with the Sage.

Small-fishing-dock_small.jpgHe had another sip of ale while he watched the supply ship from Cairnport come in. He had just begun thinking of moving on. He had met the strange old man nearly six months ago to the day; that strange old man that seemed to know a bit too much about things that people were not necessarily so eager to share. Sure, the Sage saw immediately that he was from the Dragon Kingdoms, that was obvious even to many of the locals on the docks, the kilt usually gave it away, but those other things he had talked about, how had he known so much.

The ale tasted particularly good in the open salty air. Though it was spring, the air had a bite to it and Feddan had left the walls open, a trick to get the locals to get their share of drink in them quickly to drive the chill away. The chill did not effect him, he was used to much colder climes. It was a lazy afternoon, with his only task to watch the inroads and docks which could conveniently be done from Feddan’s, but there was a strong urge to spend the day sitting here quietly and forget what he was sent here to do. .

He nodded as Ike sat next to him, his timing perfect to watch what was being loaded off of the boat. William paid for Ike’s ale. Though he had no reason too, Ike was a watchdog for Hammer and Nail and they controlled the Cairnport docks, word of this magnanimous gesture would get back to them.

The boat had begun to be tied off and the gangplank lowered.

Strange, that William had only started to think of leaving and planning what his next move would be and the Sage brought him this proposal. Again it was as if that old man predicted it. “Stay for a bit longer, I have something in the works that might interest you,” were his words. A few more days rolled by and then to the docks to greet the men that brought the skills to help William with the Sage’s unnamed task. What skills for what tasked remained a mystery, only the wolf’s tooth on a leather thong and a “You will recognize them with this.”

He paid closer attention as the goods and whatever passengers the boat brought would begin to come down the plank. The first of those he was sent to meet could be on this ship. A couple of smaller boxes for goods were offloaded to make room for the larger ones that would need the space. Ike let out a chuckle as one of the sailors who was clearly new at this almost walked right off the gangplank and into the drink as the box he was carrying blocked his view.

Another sip, slowly, remembering the help that the Sage offered to keep him focused and alert. Remembering the fear and awe of that kindhearted family when they saw and then heard the story. Remembering the formal introduction to the Sage that they braved to make happen. Remembering the promises that he made himself most recently. Remembering the extended trips in to Cairnport for its ships and docks and the sport there, the drink, scraps and women, all of which made the argument to stay. Remembering the Sage giving him the chance to hone his skills and to find his purpose.

The thought of staying in Lowall did cross his mind, briefly. The village was quiet and a short trip to Cairnport, which was a decent size for an influx of interesting things and people and women. There were sailors to talk with, dice with and scrap with. Hammer and Nail could keep involved in enough larceny on the Cairnport docks so that he would never want for gold to spend. There was too much corrupt gold to be had that no local leader would develop an ego and come down too hard on the people through taxation and laws. Lowall was far enough away to dodge any trouble, avoid the politics and schemes found in the larger city and quiet to let him find that calm. Besides, Feddan’s ale was plentiful and good… enough. On the surface, this should be all that he needed.

The first boxes were off and the passengers would now have room to disembark. There was only one and he seemed too intent on the cargo to be likely to be a part of the Sage’s band. William leaned forward to make sure that he was not mistaken and could not find the wolf’s tooth pendant on the fellow.

William almost choked on his next sip. He had grown so intent on watching the boat arrive that his attention wavered from the village commons and the opening in the wall beyond it that entered the village proper. He felt the hint of a smirk develop when he saw the face of that elven fellow that travelled with that associate of the Sage, Dorithal (or whatever his name was), and expected the wizard to be close behind. The Sage never made mention of expecting them visiting anytime soon. Things were getting interesting.

The thin twilight elf paused at the wall, seeming to give the strange symbols carved into it some study before stepping through and onto the green with the grace that only the elves seem to have, proceeding with purpose. There was no sign of the elf’s tutor yet and William took another sip. Wearing an ample cloak and a backpack over leather armour with a wooden shield shouldered, the elf looked quite comfortable wearing his sword. A dagger at the front of his belt, within easy reach, and the bow unstrung, to save the string from the nasty affects of the salt air, he walked with the confidence of someone not looking for trouble but would certainly not run from it.

William jumped down from his stool and drained his tankard and threw his silver at Feddan unable to suppress a chuckle. The elf was cut loose from Dirabol (or whatever his name was) and came to Lowall looking for adventure, packing all of his gear and wearing a large wolf tooth on a leather thong. Things were getting very interesting.


Interesting. Lowall is a very, very small town…less than 150 people.
Shift this encounter to Cairnport docks and you’ve got the feel.

Meeting at the Docks

This is a quick write with a quick edit. Feel free to comment or add (that would be cool).

Meeting at the Docks

That … and I came around the bay on foot.

Meeting at the Docks

Bah! Better now? All pleased? ****mumble*****

Meeting at the Docks

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