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Post by Baron Sir Katzu the Farquestor on Jan 13, 2012 13:34:45 GMT -5
Katzu sat on the edge of the river channel and watched as ships from all over Amtgardia came to trade fabrics, dyes, weapons and the like for the exotic spices known as 'Tony's' and 'Tobassco' found only here in Crimson Moon. He noticed the script on the bow of several Burning Lands cargo ships, the clean cut of a Neverwinter sail cought on the chill breeze and even the more magical conveyances of the Rising Winds Elemental Galleys.
Katzu considered thee ships with interest, noting draft depth and crew compliment. "Old Pirate thinking," he mused as the ships plodded by.
He hadn't been seen in the duchy for a goodly long while, and while it didn't phase him to be away from mortal civilization(indeed presious little truly phased him nowadays,) he did notice a certain absence from his life. These farmers and shippers treated him like some kind of creature from beyond the hells, which by all rights was close to accurate. He'd find no comraderie here, he knew, and only barely better in the Duchy itself, but some was better than none, and so he resolved to prepare himself for a trip into town.
Standing up and dusting off, he turned towards the town and started walking, one foot in front of the other.
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Billwise looked at Howard and said, "Oi! That monk Cat-zoo forgot his horse!"
Howard scoffed, "Yeah 'e does that. Phenominal cosmic power an' 'e'd loose his 'ead if it weren't attached. Put him with the ovver four 'e's left this week an' I'll send a runner to his retainer at the keep."
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