OOC: Attempt at trying to start The Mabinogion’s RP. Feel free to ignore otherwise. (Start at Belvast/Cobh)
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Izan laid back on the pavement, enjoying the rays of the sun. His hat covered his face so that those same rays would not harm his eyes. Fishing was a hobby of patience, but patience was no problem for the relaxing bard. Not much happened, but for Izan, not much needed to happen. He was happy to simply lay there the whole day.
As it would turn out, the day would not be entirely uneventful. New ships with new imports were always exciting and set the whole port ablaze with acitivty--workers unloading the ships and merchants selling their goods over at the market square. Something about the rhythm of all the hustle and bustle was slightly musical to Izan's ears.
Speaking of which, that was when two workers passed by Izan, talking to themselves.
"Have you seen Bow?" One of them asked the other. He carried nothing but a cane and, strangely, wore very formal attire. Perhaps he was a merchant, not a worker. "She ran off in a hurry the moment the ship landed. Practically jumped off the boat." The other man was taller, sturdier, and carried a heavy-looking container. Definitely a worker. "Say, shouldn't you be helping unload, too?" "She better not be getting herself into any sort of trouble." The well-dressed man grumbled. "In any case, I have other business to attend to. I trust you will handle things here and make sure to receive payment, yes?"
Their voices faded out of earshot after that. Izan yawned and stretched, turning his attention back to his fishing pole. No bites yet.
