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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ferrix" data-source="post: 2338962" data-attributes="member: 6115">Sharma bustled home, nabbing up a small folded packet of jasmine tea, with a wink to Jaroth, "have to be convincing," he tosses the dwarf a silver coin and is out of the market, dodging and weaving through the crowds till he is home.As he waltzed in the door, bubbling with excitement, he nearly tripped over one of the many cushions arrayed to make the meager living area comfortable.  Placing the small packet of tea near the pot, he slipped into his room and gathered a few items, mostly functional ones, but a single outfit which carried some sentimental value he slipped into his bag as well.  Should I take them?  He never carried weapons openly, but going to a new and exciting place made him tingle with the excitement of the stories of heroes he told, and in those tales he knew that the world was not always as kind as those that surrounded him stood out as.  Reaching under his small bed, he pulled out a well-wrapped bundle, the curving bell hilt of a rapier poked from one end.  He drew them out one by one and laid them upon the bed, then without another thought reached into his bag and drew out the fine outfit which had been his heirloom for so long.In a few moments an entirely different young man stepped from his bedroom only to nearly stagger as his parents rested upon the pillows, sipping on some jasmine tea.  In tall leather boots, in which were tucked the ends of flowy purple pants, drawn tight with a sash of turquoise, a coiled whip upon the right hip, the rapier opposite, a silken white shirt embroidered with flowing tribal designs along the arms, and his hair pulled back by a thin leather band, Sharma stood almost overflowing with exuberance, and then foolishness as his parents looked up.However, with their smiles, he knew he was doing the right thing.  They merely nodded towards a package of simple food stuffs near the door, already wrapped and bound for travel.  It was their acceptance that their son would indeed enter the world at large.  He almost spoke, but with their acceptance, he stayed silent and taking up the package made his way to the docks.Eyes turn at the sharply but less than flamboyant attired youth as he made his way there, and Jaroth nearly spit up his latest mouthful of harsh spirits as Sharma bounded up the plank onto the deck of the ship.  "My boy, you do indeed astound!"  The dwarf lurched about, before the deck even swayed on its own, and stumbled off to find more spirits.Smiling, Sharma took the time and the caution to acquaint himself with the crew of the ship, although despite the warning, the solitary nature of the captain kept wandering its way across his mind.  He'd approach the man yet before he would disembark.  The second thing to catch his eye (the first being Jaroth's frothy face) was the half-elf named Elya Moonrise, and he found himself smiling at her without thinking.  When he again approached the first mate, he inquired as to anything he could do, besides staying out of the way (as he'd already been told by everyone to do).In time he found himself quietly alone on the bow of the ship, looking out into the night and empty sea.</blockquote>

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