Seaports all smell the same. It's not a pleasant smell, but it is one Annalise is used to, and she has enough control of herself to stop her nose from wrinkling too much as she makes her way across the courtyard full of bustling people, and attempts to find someone in charge. Or at least, someone who can point her in the direction of someone in charge.
"Scusami," She begins, and then makes an apologetic sort of smile, mixed with obvious tiredness from a long journey. "I need to see the Port Master. I need some information."
The information she wants may or may not be here, but it's the first lead she has, and she has to start somewhere.
Kirkwall - Hightown
Annalise is used to elegant towers and delicate spires, golden plazas and roads paced with topaz tiles. Kirkwall has none of those things. The stonework is crude, made entirely of heavy lines and big grey blocks. It's cold and uninviting, but at least the squares have some greenery. It's almost pleasant to sit on a bench and watch the leaves rustle in the sea breeze, her fingers interlaced in her lap.
She's got a lot to do, later. Finalise a place to stay while she's here, try and find more information on her husband and their ships. She should try and make some contacts here, some friends even. But for the moment, it's nice to close her eyes and pretend she's still in Antiva.
Kirkwall - Lowtown
She wasn't a Bard. Her education had involved negotiation and politics, but not fighting or intrigue. She'd never wandered the rougher parts of Antiva City, but here she was, in a strange part of a foreign port, waiting for a contact who may or may not show up.
She didn't know the names of all the sailors on her husband's boats. She hadn't brought the payrolls with her from home, but the name Silverfish- one of her husband's ships- had caused a flicker of memory in an old man in the port. There was a sailor who had been on the Silverfish, he was sure. He'd set up a meeting.
And her she was. In the dark, with shadows all around her, and no guardsmen to be seen, realising how very silly this was.
Annalise Gabriella De Luca / OC
Seaports all smell the same. It's not a pleasant smell, but it is one Annalise is used to, and she has enough control of herself to stop her nose from wrinkling too much as she makes her way across the courtyard full of bustling people, and attempts to find someone in charge. Or at least, someone who can point her in the direction of someone in charge.
"Scusami," She begins, and then makes an apologetic sort of smile, mixed with obvious tiredness from a long journey. "I need to see the Port Master. I need some information."
The information she wants may or may not be here, but it's the first lead she has, and she has to start somewhere.
Kirkwall - Hightown
Annalise is used to elegant towers and delicate spires, golden plazas and roads paced with topaz tiles. Kirkwall has none of those things. The stonework is crude, made entirely of heavy lines and big grey blocks. It's cold and uninviting, but at least the squares have some greenery. It's almost pleasant to sit on a bench and watch the leaves rustle in the sea breeze, her fingers interlaced in her lap.
She's got a lot to do, later. Finalise a place to stay while she's here, try and find more information on her husband and their ships. She should try and make some contacts here, some friends even. But for the moment, it's nice to close her eyes and pretend she's still in Antiva.
Kirkwall - Lowtown
She wasn't a Bard. Her education had involved negotiation and politics, but not fighting or intrigue. She'd never wandered the rougher parts of Antiva City, but here she was, in a strange part of a foreign port, waiting for a contact who may or may not show up.
She didn't know the names of all the sailors on her husband's boats. She hadn't brought the payrolls with her from home, but the name Silverfish- one of her husband's ships- had caused a flicker of memory in an old man in the port. There was a sailor who had been on the Silverfish, he was sure. He'd set up a meeting.
And her she was. In the dark, with shadows all around her, and no guardsmen to be seen, realising how very silly this was.