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[P] The Sheltered Life; Private; Outside a tavern on the docks
Topic Started: Tue Oct 25, 2011 4:23 pm (1,020 Views)
Ahriman Lordimar
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Ahriman tried to rush to his feet to walk off, wishing to hide the red tint of his cheeks. The pain in his ribs stopped him short, and caused him to sigh and lay back, putting his head against one of the crates and leaning at an uncomfortable looking angle. If not for the wood leaning against the small of his back he had to admit that the position wasn't all that bad, but he didn't have much of a choice whether it was or wasn't.
"I suppose I should clean this ship up sometime, then, if I may have guests. It's atrocious down here. Damn embarrassing, this mess."

His voice trailed off as he leaned his head back, his chest heaving out a sigh as quick as it pulled the air in to do it. He kind of wished he forgot he was a polite gentleman for once, but all of his instincts told him to at least remember manners before he couldn't move anymore from his wounds. With a chuckle, he pulled a single iron key from his belt and tossed it to the woman, "It goes to my room, you can lock it once you're inside. Don't mess up my things. I'm going to find the hammock that's down here.. somewhere."

He heard a huff from behind him and a few of the boxes near him were pulled away, revealing a small cubby that served as a bedroom for anyone brave enough to rest down in the hold with Mora. There were a few candles burned to the brass next to it, and some books laying here and there that had pages missing. He had forgotten where he placed those, actually. He would need to make sure he returned them somewhere that he actually remembered existed at some point.

He pointed at it with a chuckle, "And there we have where I'm resting."
With a grunt he moved from his perch on the boxes and moved towards the cubby, nodding and sighing once again before moving to the hammock and falling into it, almost spiraling in a complete circle before it finally rested itself enough that he didn't have to cling to it. He kicked one of his feet off the side and put his hands behind his head, though it was obviously painful.
"Not a more comforting place to sleep. Mora's snoring can even emulate the waves, help me rest a bit faster."
The yeti simply huffed in response and laid down a bit closer to her compatriot, her body set so that if the ship shifted too much the boxes wouldn't topple over and leave the captain hidden behind the crates. She was well aware that he wasn't strong enough to move those boxes without her aide, the contents within being enough shiny objects to attract even the most daft of thieves.

That is, if they could get past Mora.
Ahriman closed his eyes and listened to the sound of wind hammering against the wood outside, silently reminding himself that it could never compare to the sounds of the sea, yet having become complacent to it at this point. Before he could take his tenth breath he could already feel sleep trying to overtake him.
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