Fishy Business (Closed RP)
“Blond hair, purple silk, hanging over his shoulder...”
As he made his way down the docks, Adrian mentally repeated the description that Fionn had given him; he certainly hoped he wouldn’t end up hailing the wrong man for help... But what if this Emeric had chosen to wear his hair differently? What if he wasn’t at the docks at all? How would he find Fionn if things fell through?
“I’ll end up right back where I began...” The merman lowered his ears.
But there was the inn that Fionn had mentioned-- the Lady’s Port. It was a large building clearly made for housing a good number of people, but the sea’s salty grasp had grabbed hold over time, rendering what was once undoubtedly a welcoming place quite dreary indeed. Still, warm light filtered through the fogged up windows, and as Adrian pushed open the door a flurry of greetings rushed to meet him.
The interior was much more well kept-- even if the majority of tables were empty; hardened sailors sat here and there, sipping on ale and making jovial conversation. In the corner there appeared to be a group playing some sort of game; they were the loudest bunch, hollering whenever a new round began or ended. Drawing closer, Adrian realized they were rolling dice, and one man in particular seemed to be doing quite well...
“...Blond hair, purple silk, hanging over his shoulder...”
“E-excuse me, Sir Emeric!” The words slipped out before he could really consider a more tactful approach, and Adrian found himself struggling to ignore the number of eyes that locked onto him as he made his way across the room. “I apologize for the interruption, but Miss Fionn sent me to inquire about your assistance due to her... erm... displeasure with nautical related things...”
“Uh... My name is Adrian, and perhaps I could explain things more thoroughly in a more private setting?”
