Trader Mazorn and Fleet Captain Gorinn Meet at the Docks in River’s Rest

The Trader Mazorn and the Master Gorinn stroll along the dock at Maelstrom Bay. The crew is ready for a rush trip. And Mazorn promises to have the warehouse ready for their return trip… From the Desk of GM Quilic:

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Category: Towns
Topic: River’s Rest

Date: 07/10/2018 08:37 PM CDT

From: GS4-GALENE

Subj: From the Desk of GM Quilic

The morning sun glinted off of Maelstrom Bay, and the ever-flowing river burbled along without a care. The Chouresska sat nearby, rocking gently along with the current, tethered to a hastily-constructed support stanchion. Two individuals strolled into view, the wind shifting often enough that they were forced to raise their voices at times.

“I assure ye, Trader, there will be no issues. The Fleet Captain has assured me that the permits are all in line, and the materials have arrived,” the shorter of the two said. He was a stocky dwarf, with a braided beard that sported more gray than auburn, but his well-muscled arms and wide toolbelt left no doubt of his continued competence.

“And what about a crew, Master Gorinn? Are you certain you can meet the timeline?” asked Trader Mazorn. His face was ruddy, and his hair blew about his face as the wind tousled it, but he did not attempt to tame it, having grown used to such things in his career on the water.

“Most of the crew is already in place… such as they are. Given that it’s been a bit of a rush to get started, we had to make do with what we could. They’re a little green… but I’ll make sure they’re up to the task, don’t ye worry on that score,” Gorinn grumbled, crossing his arms across his stocky chest with a note of finality.

Mazorn nodded his appreciation and reached to grasp the dwarf’s hand, stating, “In that case, I leave it in your capable hands, Master Gorinn. The dock improvements and the warehouse are needed with all haste. I simply cannot keep- It’s critical that things be ready as soon as possible.” At the last, Mazorn glanced up at the Chouresska and the dwarf followed his gaze, nodding slowly even as he reached his own hand out to clasp the Trader’s.

“Indeed, Trader. Worry not on that score. The warehouse’ll be ready in time, and the dock as well. We’ll have it ready and waiting for ye when ye return,” the dwarf said firmly.

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Mazorn slumped into his berth as the Chouresska sliced down the river towards the bay, his head clenched in his hands. He took a deep breath, then let it out in a burst. He raised his gaze to the sleek black chest lashed to the wall of his quarters and shook his head slowly as he stared at it for a long, long time.