The door swings open and a wilden sways through the entry and takes a seat at the bar. Rather than looking of twigs and leaves, this one appears to have crawled up from the sea, covered in barnacles and seaweed instead. He's carrying a trident and has a length of anchor chain over his shoulder at the end of which swings a rather nasty looking anchor with flukes that appear to have been sharpened to a deadly point.
He motions to the bartender and when he looks up, his eyes sparkle with electric light.
A mug of seawater, now. Water with salt if that's all you have.
He looks around and sizes up the others in the room.
Anyone know of any work for a seaman? Name's Shun, and I can sail to the far lands and back as need be. Actually, far from here might not be a bad idea at all.
He motions to the bartender and when he looks up, his eyes sparkle with electric light.
A mug of seawater, now. Water with salt if that's all you have.
He looks around and sizes up the others in the room.
Anyone know of any work for a seaman? Name's Shun, and I can sail to the far lands and back as need be. Actually, far from here might not be a bad idea at all.
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