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« on: July 17, 2013, 02:29:03 pm »
Pollux shivered from the sea breeze, looking around the city of Rhadia.
"Asmar knows I find another Skalkr who knows the place."
He looked around, trying to make sense of the place. He couldn't get the logic of the place; in Sarach, the roads led to certain sectors pertaining to the main occupation of whoever worked there had; he'd lived mainly in the Mason's Sector, occasionally venturing to the Smithing Sector to learn other trades.
Rhadia....was nothing like that. Inns and tailors were next to each other, markets in the streets sat next to what appeared to be an embassy; clearly to other nations apart from the Consortium, for the Consortium and the Empire had only recently contacted each other.
It utterly bewildered the Skalkr.
"I hoped for something more. Hopefully I'm right. The humans are famous, even in the Consortium."
He slowly made his way around. Luckily, the Skalkr also spoke and read Common, which was useful, as it seemed that the humans had no signs in Skalar, Pollux' native language. Some signs were in dialects or languages which Pollux did not recognise, and some had words he did not understand.
Pollux did, however find one familiar place. The tavern.
The only place in this confusing land that he felt comfortable entering.
He entered, hoping for the best.
It was positively bustling with activity in the Pig's Trotter, the tavern Pollux chose. Merchants, butchers, sailors, bankers, and some craftsmen were quietly talking to each other over a pint of good beer, and Pollux spotted some Skalkr, looking like they'd also recently left from Sarach, nearby.
He decided to approach them.
"Hello. I am Pollux, son of Armik. Are you all from Sarach as well?"
Talk to the other Skalkr.
