Post by Netweaver on Jan 1, 2006 0:51:24 GMT -5
There was an an air of uneasiness in the southbound rivercraft improperly named Windrider, for it heaved and turned with no sense of balance. Moments ago, the crew found one of thei passengers tied up in complicated knots, with some of the stronger ropes they used for the ship. The captain was informed; eyeing the three Andoran gold marks he recieved from that passenger, he took care of the matter himself.
"Who did this to yeh, m'lord?" The captain of the ship was a large man, dark hair running down o his shoulders. He was scratching his haggard beard when he cut the poor man free. "My Lord did pay good money, and good service y'get." However, contrary to what he said, the captain seemed irritated at having to free the man, and looked as though the first thing he wanted to do was to throw his passenger overboard. But, the man did pay good money.
The poor man gasped for breath when the cord gagging him was cut loose, bloo oozing down a cut from his lip. "You must be careful with that knife, you oaf," The man said every word deliberately, and talked with a musical tone. Clearly Cairhienin; even the pale skin and relatively short stature agreed.
"M'sorry, m'lord," The big captain said. He muttered something that sounded like, "bloody nobles," which the Cairhienin ignored; instead, he simply scowled at the captain. For one thing, he was a lot smaller than the captain and his crew, and for another, he didn't want to waste three gold marks.
After the Cairhienin was released, he explained that he was knocked unconcious, clubbed on the head, when he was in his room. All he could remember was that when he woke up, was gagged and tied inside the cargo hold, buried in dead fish. The captain promptly told the man that no bandits could've entered the ship without his crew beating them up.
"Look at what happened to me," was the Cairhienin's reply, as he slammed the door shut, almost breaking the captain's nose. The captain muttered something inaudible, and stalked off to his cabin.
Inside the cargo hold of the Windrider, it seemed as though the boxes of silk and dyes were talking to one another. Whispers, no more. When a crew member came in to haul the spilled goods, which caome from the fiasco with the noble from Cairhien, the whispering stopped. When the man left, the crates came to life once more.
"I feel uncomfortable in this... boat... Ghaelric," The word "boat" was all too uncommon for the mouth of Joreshin, who was sitting down behind a crate labelled: dyes, scarlet. "Are you sure we are to go for Tear?"
"The Wise Ones said so," Ghaelric replied, crouching next to Joreshin. "He Who Comes With The Dawn is supposed to take the Stone. And this - boat - is the fastest way we can cross the river at the same time reach Tear to join the others."
"There are rumors,"Riandhra began. Riandhra was a Maiden of the Spear, Far Dareis Mai. Her pale, golden hair was cut short, save for a tail that reached her shouldiers. In her middle-years, she had scars on her face, and much more on the rest of her body. She sat on an iron-bound wooden box, rusted in places. "That the man they call the Dragon Reborn was seen fighting in the sky far the west." The Dragon Reborn was the wetlander name for He Who Comes With The Dawn.
"Then we shall meet him, if he is truly He who Comes With The Dawn, in Tear." Ghaelric's hard face seemed absent to a normal person. Upon closer inspection, his eyes were scanning the place carefully, especially the points of entry. He suddenly jumped and hid behind a wooden crate, at the same time everybody else hid just as quickly. A large, bearded man was walking alongside a rough-looking sailor, who was rather short and stocky.
"The bloody Lord said he was attacked! I told you to keep a bloody eye out!" The larger man bellowed. "The flaming money I pay you with! I pay good money!"
"B-but cap'n!" The stocky sailor replied, almost a squeak. "I swear, I was sittin' there on m'stool, and there ain't nobody coming in except them who paid."
The captain kept bellowing at the sailor, raising a cudgel and swinging about the air, threatening to use it, as the pair walked out of the cargo hold.
"The man was an old goat with no eyes and no legs," Riandhra muttered. "We walked in with a bright torch in the middle of the day, yet he still didn't see us. Wetlanders are all blind. Same thing with the treekiller." The other five Aiel chuckled at Riandhra's comment. A blind goat indeed.
"The treekiller got what he deserved." Joreshin had contempt in his voice, yet he was still chuckling. "That's what they get for breaking oaths." The others nodded in agreement.
"Well, all we do now is wait," Ghalric said, breaking the silence. "Perhaps in a few more days we shall be in Tear." The others nodded, and the whispering continued, but now it had an air of joking about it.
(Changed the title; realized it was the river Erinin, not Aringill...)
"Who did this to yeh, m'lord?" The captain of the ship was a large man, dark hair running down o his shoulders. He was scratching his haggard beard when he cut the poor man free. "My Lord did pay good money, and good service y'get." However, contrary to what he said, the captain seemed irritated at having to free the man, and looked as though the first thing he wanted to do was to throw his passenger overboard. But, the man did pay good money.
The poor man gasped for breath when the cord gagging him was cut loose, bloo oozing down a cut from his lip. "You must be careful with that knife, you oaf," The man said every word deliberately, and talked with a musical tone. Clearly Cairhienin; even the pale skin and relatively short stature agreed.
"M'sorry, m'lord," The big captain said. He muttered something that sounded like, "bloody nobles," which the Cairhienin ignored; instead, he simply scowled at the captain. For one thing, he was a lot smaller than the captain and his crew, and for another, he didn't want to waste three gold marks.
After the Cairhienin was released, he explained that he was knocked unconcious, clubbed on the head, when he was in his room. All he could remember was that when he woke up, was gagged and tied inside the cargo hold, buried in dead fish. The captain promptly told the man that no bandits could've entered the ship without his crew beating them up.
"Look at what happened to me," was the Cairhienin's reply, as he slammed the door shut, almost breaking the captain's nose. The captain muttered something inaudible, and stalked off to his cabin.
***
Inside the cargo hold of the Windrider, it seemed as though the boxes of silk and dyes were talking to one another. Whispers, no more. When a crew member came in to haul the spilled goods, which caome from the fiasco with the noble from Cairhien, the whispering stopped. When the man left, the crates came to life once more.
"I feel uncomfortable in this... boat... Ghaelric," The word "boat" was all too uncommon for the mouth of Joreshin, who was sitting down behind a crate labelled: dyes, scarlet. "Are you sure we are to go for Tear?"
"The Wise Ones said so," Ghaelric replied, crouching next to Joreshin. "He Who Comes With The Dawn is supposed to take the Stone. And this - boat - is the fastest way we can cross the river at the same time reach Tear to join the others."
"There are rumors,"Riandhra began. Riandhra was a Maiden of the Spear, Far Dareis Mai. Her pale, golden hair was cut short, save for a tail that reached her shouldiers. In her middle-years, she had scars on her face, and much more on the rest of her body. She sat on an iron-bound wooden box, rusted in places. "That the man they call the Dragon Reborn was seen fighting in the sky far the west." The Dragon Reborn was the wetlander name for He Who Comes With The Dawn.
"Then we shall meet him, if he is truly He who Comes With The Dawn, in Tear." Ghaelric's hard face seemed absent to a normal person. Upon closer inspection, his eyes were scanning the place carefully, especially the points of entry. He suddenly jumped and hid behind a wooden crate, at the same time everybody else hid just as quickly. A large, bearded man was walking alongside a rough-looking sailor, who was rather short and stocky.
"The bloody Lord said he was attacked! I told you to keep a bloody eye out!" The larger man bellowed. "The flaming money I pay you with! I pay good money!"
"B-but cap'n!" The stocky sailor replied, almost a squeak. "I swear, I was sittin' there on m'stool, and there ain't nobody coming in except them who paid."
The captain kept bellowing at the sailor, raising a cudgel and swinging about the air, threatening to use it, as the pair walked out of the cargo hold.
"The man was an old goat with no eyes and no legs," Riandhra muttered. "We walked in with a bright torch in the middle of the day, yet he still didn't see us. Wetlanders are all blind. Same thing with the treekiller." The other five Aiel chuckled at Riandhra's comment. A blind goat indeed.
"The treekiller got what he deserved." Joreshin had contempt in his voice, yet he was still chuckling. "That's what they get for breaking oaths." The others nodded in agreement.
"Well, all we do now is wait," Ghalric said, breaking the silence. "Perhaps in a few more days we shall be in Tear." The others nodded, and the whispering continued, but now it had an air of joking about it.
(Changed the title; realized it was the river Erinin, not Aringill...)