Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Aug 19, 2021 17:40:41 GMT
The good ship Strídaner pushed through the restless waves of the southern sea billowing smoke endlessly as it does so. Fredrik Seegar a man of high birth in his native shores of WTC gazed from the deck across the endless south seas, Fredrik had long ago shed his thick fur cloak in the oppressive heat of this land. finally after a long journey at sea the ship pulled into the quickly made harbor in the Horsa bay. Disembarking from the ship with his interpreter Ófeigur Olsen Frederik approached the developing Aldrichburh. The quickly developing settlement encompassed a series of buildings including a barracks for the arriving construction workers, a smaller inn for housing the sailors who recently arrived, and a very small bar to provide drinks for both, surrounding these few buildings was a ditch with another ditch dug further out along with the beginnings of a palisade to keep out hostile natives and more pressingly wild animals. Seeing how Ófeigur was eyeing the small bar yearning Fredrik quickly announced his intentions to meet with the San while the day was still young, leading to begrudging agreement from Ófeigur. Following the path written of by Horsa Fredrik quickly arrived in the San village traversing the utterly alien bushland all around him. The San were far less wary then they were upon their first meeting with the Tholish and after receiving gifts of bead jewelry a San hunter agreed to lead them across the surrounding area, and soon after arriving in the village Fredrik and his cohorts ventured into the great wilderness.