Apr 24, 2024 5:27 pm
The dry-dock building does have two interior rooms, one has it's double doors flung wide and you can see it is basically just storage space, stacked with supplies for maintaining boats, the other room has an entry door that leads to a small interior room with a chair a writing desk and a man sitting at it, scrawling inexpertly onto the pages of a large book.
He stops and looks up, upon your entry, and he seems surprised to find you're not someone he might have expected.
Your inquiry about Urqakar draws raised eyebrows and a knowing sigh from the man, "Ah, that fellow... Yes, I remember him and his ship. Not many men of the Harrad who would dare to try to live here in these parts, with our histories...
Can't say I know him, haven't seen him in... oh, what...", he bends up a portion of the corners of the pages in his book and let's them shuffle down in rapid succession, "...a couple years? Only comes in when he has a torn sail, or has ran out of line ya see...
He actually moors at Annodrún, just to the south. Strange man, lives up in the foothills of the Andrast Mountains to the west of there.
What are you looking for him for? ...
Bahhh, apologies, none of my business... Frankly I always felt like he was the sort that brings trouble. ...
Eh! Not to say that you're all trouble of course!
Er, ehh..."
He evidently appears to decide he needs to stop his mouth from running, as his cheeks color, and he just kind of shakes his head and smiles politely.
He stops and looks up, upon your entry, and he seems surprised to find you're not someone he might have expected.
Your inquiry about Urqakar draws raised eyebrows and a knowing sigh from the man, "Ah, that fellow... Yes, I remember him and his ship. Not many men of the Harrad who would dare to try to live here in these parts, with our histories...
Can't say I know him, haven't seen him in... oh, what...", he bends up a portion of the corners of the pages in his book and let's them shuffle down in rapid succession, "...a couple years? Only comes in when he has a torn sail, or has ran out of line ya see...
He actually moors at Annodrún, just to the south. Strange man, lives up in the foothills of the Andrast Mountains to the west of there.
What are you looking for him for? ...
Bahhh, apologies, none of my business... Frankly I always felt like he was the sort that brings trouble. ...
Eh! Not to say that you're all trouble of course!
Er, ehh..."
He evidently appears to decide he needs to stop his mouth from running, as his cheeks color, and he just kind of shakes his head and smiles politely.