Pathway to Destiny
Meanwhile in the Past…
Rasfar entered the township of Moost. He headed to the Insha Tavern hoping to find safe passage to Ota. After a few hours of walking table to table asking for transport, he finally sat down and ordered a meal of hot stew.
He ate the stew slowly, and watched the people come and go. It was the busiest tavern in Moost, he could rent a room upstairs and leave word out if he found nothing today. He ordered a few watered down ales and watched the afternoon turn to evening.
A man walked over and leaned down to the table. His clothes looked and smelled like a seafarer, but he was not scarred like a pirate. The man did not look like he spent cycles at sea. His skin was slightly weather beaten, not as bad as a farmhand but more so than a common street merchant. His eyes were steel gray and clear. The man’s straight, limp, blonde hair fell from off his shoulders and framed his oval face as he leaned over to speak more privately.
“I hear you’re looking for Transport to Ota.” the blonde stranger gave off a strange empty vibe, “I’m heading to Ota at sunrise, you can travel with me.”
Rasfar didn’t feel very trusting of the man who leaned over him. It felt as if the man was staring into his eyes and trying to control his mind.
“I have a hired coach coming to pick me up in front of this tavern. It’s paid in full to take me back to Ota where I work at the port. There’s plenty of room for one more, at no extra charge.” The man sat down next to Rasfar, “I sail on the ships that transport goods between Ota, Fandhorf, and Kisart.”
Rasfar’s interest was peaked. “Ships, you say? There’s more than one?”
“Sure.” the man said quickly. “Almost a whole fleet. Transport ships run daily between the three port cities, weather permitting.”
“What are the goods?” Rasfar asked quickly. “And where do they come from?”