Post by zorla on Apr 20, 2012 23:43:37 GMT -5
Zorla stood just beyond the outskirts of the city. Looking at the place before him he took a moment to view everything as best he could. Even without entering the city he could see the masts of ships and smell the salt from the ocean. This would be one of his first interactions with anyone other than elves and he was curious to see how they would react to them. Tightening his grip on his spear he walked towards the city. Immediately following him entering the city he noticed the type of people which populated it. Thugs and others of the like seemed to run un-checked though out the streets.
Walking by a brothel he stopped at its doorway looking at it quietly. He’d heard much of brothels and the temptation to go in and explore was strong. Rumors he’d heard from the Dales described it as a place of irresponsibility, a very demoralizing place but much like a child Zorla wanted to tempt fate to find out for himself. Before Zorla would open the door someone slammed into his left side. Zorla stumbled but caught himself using the rod of his spear. Turning he noticed a small framed human who seemed to be in a hurry to get away from him.
Snatching the man by the collar of his dark green shirt he pushed him against the wall.”Watch where you go little Shemlen,” he growled lowering his head to stare face to face with the human. Observing his frightened features carefully he pulled back and pushed the man away. He hadn’t even though that he might have stolen something, but then again he had very few things worth steeling. Turning around there was a small gathering behind him. Feeling pressured in the crowd he pushed through the crowd and continued towards the harbor, his original destination. As he neared the harbor the smell of fish and salt filled the air in an almost stagnant nature.
Walking by a brothel he stopped at its doorway looking at it quietly. He’d heard much of brothels and the temptation to go in and explore was strong. Rumors he’d heard from the Dales described it as a place of irresponsibility, a very demoralizing place but much like a child Zorla wanted to tempt fate to find out for himself. Before Zorla would open the door someone slammed into his left side. Zorla stumbled but caught himself using the rod of his spear. Turning he noticed a small framed human who seemed to be in a hurry to get away from him.
Snatching the man by the collar of his dark green shirt he pushed him against the wall.”Watch where you go little Shemlen,” he growled lowering his head to stare face to face with the human. Observing his frightened features carefully he pulled back and pushed the man away. He hadn’t even though that he might have stolen something, but then again he had very few things worth steeling. Turning around there was a small gathering behind him. Feeling pressured in the crowd he pushed through the crowd and continued towards the harbor, his original destination. As he neared the harbor the smell of fish and salt filled the air in an almost stagnant nature.
