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Island Empire - A Warlock Alone Part2


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"Thank you Captain." With a slight bow she takes her leave and proceeds to prepare. Nicolas makes his own preparations.

The port is relatively quiet compared to those in the Empire proper. While a lot of trade goes on here only the biggest most disciplined ships survive the run. Thus, the port only holds a few large vessels in orderly array. A few small local hide boats that any decent sailor wouldn't trust on a ladies decorative pool are pull up on the flanks of the port. Hard short northmen in heavy furs mend nets, sharpen knives and prepare tackle around the small craft.
 

Finishing up in his cabin and setting things best he can..Michael will take a small party ashore after they are docked to check in with the harbor master and take a quick glance around for trading opporutnies and a venue to sell his cargo.
 

Finnian, the Empire's man in Icewatch is a morose fellow in a uniform heavily lined with fur. Icewatch is not a posting of choice. He receives you with solemn decorum. "I don't believe we've met Captain. The trading here mostly takes place at a tavern called the Red Lady. The market space provided by the locals for trade is outdoors and hardly hospitable on a good day." He examines your papers in an off-hand fashion and bids you good day if there is nothing else?
 

Icewatch

Michael will take his leave of the man and walk to the inn looking at the wares that can be seen so far..thinkng that furs would be a great buy right now...and of superior quality due to the animals having a winter coat he will keep his eye looking out for them...
 

Furs are the commodity of choice at Icewatch along with smoked and dried fish, and on the high end enchanted hunting weapons made by local shamans.
 

Goods

As he enters the "Red Lady" Michael will take a comfortable table/seat in a conveient place that is open to the public but not front an center. As he awaits the barmaid to attend he will light one of the Teger Supermo's and let the smoke begin to filter around the room..thinking that this would be the best way to gain an interest..after all what are they going to be doing all winter but being indoors... :)
 

As he enters the "Red Lady" Michael will take a comfortable table/seat in a convenient place that is open to the public but not front an center. As he awaits the barmaid to attend he will light one of the Teger Supermo's and let the smoke begin to filter around the room..thinking that this would be the best way to gain an interest..after all what are they going to be doing all winter but being indoors... :)

A blocky woman, likely a Wheelander rather than a local, approaches and gives you a rundown on the fare. The food is pretty basic and heavy on the local fish and game. The wine list is surprisingly good, but the prices are double what you'd pay back home.

Looking around the room you'd guess the folk here are mostly factors who broker local goods. Hardly any Northmen are present. Most of the folk are sitting along or clustered in twos and threes talking shop. When you light up a couple of folks notice immediately. A weather beaten old sailor reading an old broadsheet likely brought in by a ship in the last day or so, but having been printed in the Empire proper weeks ago looks up and takes his pipe out of his mouth to stare openly at your cigar. A couple of other fellow take note as well. One beefy dwarf at the bar calls for a bottle and two glasses and walks over. "Have a drink on me? I see you're new here."
 

Icewatch

"My Pleasure, and thank you" Micahel yes..offering the dwarf a chair.."yes indeed my first foray up here at the request of a few good customers..."
 

"Sevestapol Ironhammer at your service." The dwarf walks with a careful gate that suggests he is as used to walking while reeling drunk as a sailor is to walking on a rolling deck. His florid face supports the notion that this dwarf finds drink a constant companion. However, his voice is not slurred and his hands are steady as he pours you a strong Dwarven Cognac of exceptional quality. "A little something to take the chill off." There is a roaring fire in the hearth here and a braziers at the edges of the room. It is comfortably warm in here, but smokey.
 

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