RP:Restoring the Harbor;Ch3

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Part of the Rynvale New Dawn Arc


LOCATION: Rynvale, The Harbor under construction (rp’d location)



Drael pushes open the door from his office building, and makes his pace a brisk one as he steps down from the porch. There was much to be done, and he was free of paperwork, this night. Making his way down the main road, he does not stop to address any officers he passes, nor does he give them a salute. No, for his statuesque visage plays into account for his mood—one track minded at this moment. “The night shift begins!” He hollers, as his brisk march stops, grey eyes alight with excitement for the night’s work. Removing his cloak, he tosses it aside haphazardly, without much a care for where it lands, as he pulls up his sleeves, readying himself for the task at hand. Men and women have already begun their work by this time, going about the damming of the water, where the wall will be built. Much has been accomplished already, and the wall was steadily rising skyward. Within a week’s time, it would be finished; or at least the Admiral hopes, as he jumps aboard a small dingy, a load of freshly cut stone aboard and ready for placement. The misty air feels good on his face as he awaits the small vessel to carry him to the worksite out in the water. “How is your wife, Taron?” He asks the man rowing, a smile placed on his otherwise stoic features. The High Elf lifts his head, a beaming smile placed on his features as well, “She is with child! Although, I don’t know how, we’ve not… been together for quite sometime.” He mumbles, his brow scrunching down with the effort of attempting to puzzle it out. The poor man, everyone at the Harbor knew his wife was a floozy, and no one had the courage to see to it to tell the man, as he seemed happy with her. “I am glad to hear that, Taron. I’m sure she will bear you a strong son or daughter.” With that, the vessel comes to a lurching stop, as the High Elf bobs his head quickly, tossing over the anchor. And with that, the work begins, Drael immediately lifting up a load of stone, as he goes to move it to the masons working fervently beneath the moon.

Drael places the stone bricks on the stone ground beside the Dwarven people working, adding a quick dip of his head in greeting to them. The Admiral continues his work with the men, moving load upon load of stone back to the worksite from the dingy in which it was carried. He does not go back when it is emptied, as he moves to the next that takes its place, sweat beading his brow, and covering his sinewy body in a glossy sheen. Letting loose a grunt, he places another stone brick on the ground—just as he lifts his eyes, he meets the gaze of none other than Garvand Killmoor. “What are you doing there, waggin’ your tongue like a fool?” Drael says, playfully slapping his First Mate on the back. “Get tah work.” His accent of perfect rigid pronunciation was beginning to water down, into something not far from a sailor’s slang. Without waiting for a reply to his joke, Drael moves to the dingy again. || Garvand grunts with the slap, along with the words poked at him, “Ah been seein’ tah makin’ sure yer not ova ‘ere slackin’ as usual, boy!” He harrumphs, idly rubbing his beard with the few remaining fingers on his right hand. “Ye be watchin’ yer step now, ah dun wan’ ye fallin’ off ye ‘ear?” With that, Garvand shoves Drael with his right hand, that had moments before, been plucking gray hairs from his chin. Cackling all the while in his gruff way, he winks to Drael. The wink was odd in itself, as he was missing an eye, leaving a gaping black hole in its stead. The wink was scary, even.

Drael catches himself, nearly slipping down from the towering height he was at on the wall. For once, he disliked the misty sea breeze—it made things a bit too slippery while in his boots! “Garvand, ya fool. Look what you did!” As Garvand steps up to atone for his misdeed, Drael trips him, and with aid of his right hand to the belt holding up his First Mate’s pantaloons, the man goes falling wildly over the edge, arms flailing. One of his hands happen to snatch out at just the right angle, to grab at the only thing there for support—the scruff of Drael’s collar. Nearly toppling over himself, the Commander looses a bursting laugh, as he grabs a hold of a support beam nearest him. He could barely breathe under the weight of his friend, and with another shove, Garvand falls down from the wall, splashing into the water with a curse half-spoken before turning into a gurgle of water. Something was wrong. Drael lifts his hand, the smile on his lips frozen half in place. Touching his neck, the necklace was gone, the one that Dergious had awarded him for fighting so bravely against the band of attackers at Kelay Tavern. The Admiral sighs slowly, moving his hand to drop back to his side, “You broke it, and now I won’t find it again!” He yells down the half built wall to his friend slapping madly at the waters. Snickering all the while, Drael moves to the next dingy awaiting unloading, only to be confronted by Garvand. || “Ah’ll get ye back, laddie. Don’t ye fear, it’s’a comin’.” He chortles, attempting to wring his clothes dry, before moving to help with the work.

Awne arrives by boat this time rather than riding upon the dragons head like the last time she had come to the harbor. Dressed in her white robe, silver tresses pinned to her head in neat bun, the white feline looks up to the harbor as it comes into view. Once at the dock she steps out lightly and looks around "Sirr Drrael?" she calls into the night, keen eyes adjusting quickly to better be able to see around her in the dim light. The others weren't with her yet as she had taken a boat before them, still better to get started.

Trishtar appears with Kattanos after a large white flash subsides, and they are left standing on the docks. He shakes his head and staggers a bit before looking to Kattanos "That shard you gave me really does wonders Katt!" He then kisses his mate's cheek before nuzzling him. "Il see if I cant find Drael..." He then looks out at the harbour, pleased with the progress obviously made before bellowing out loudly, "Sir Drael!"

Kattanos silently nods to Trish before taking a seat upon a nearby crate.

Drael can only shake his head, a crooked smile in place on his lips, as he ignores the threats of his First Mate. His muscles were burning with the strain of the work, and he knew he couldn’t be the only one. Even still, he decides to push on a littler farther, before taking a short break. Bending down, he grabs another stone brick for the wall, and moves it over to the Dwarfs. “It’s coming along, now. Just a bit longer, boys!” He begins to hum a shanty, one known to all that worked the sea in Rynvale. Before long, the shanty is in full chorus, all singing while they work away at their tasks, whether it be masonry, smithy, clean up, or even rowing! The place seems alive this night, and all in good spirits. “First round on me!” He nearly bites his tongue as he realizes what he just said. The last time he said that, his coin purse was nearly emptied before the night was over—somehow the men had talked him into buying more than just the first round. Drael stops, to peer down into the harbor; all looked like little ants, going about their business. From here, he could see the construction of the Royal Flagship beginning; it would be grand in the end. Shaking this off, he pulls in a deep breath, moving to wipe the sweat from his forehead. || Garvand stumbles a bit over loose rope, and nearly drops the load of stone brick in his hand. “Bloody fowl sons of-” He goes into a flurry of curses, all mumbled beneath his breath, “Leavin’ rope about fur a man tah trip an’ break ‘is neck!” He curses all the more, not at any one in particular, yet this does not deter him, as he huffs, dropping his load near the Dwarfs working fervently. “Don’t ye be laughin’ lad, or yer next tah fall ova board.” He threatens, dusting his hands off on his wet pantaloons.

Awne glances over to the pair that appear on the deck nodding to them before she moves to her station of sorts in the barracks. It was a long night for them and the least she could do was help them sleep better and feel better. Moving inside the feline makes her rounds checking on the patients as she moves around. More dehydrations, and these weren't even the men she had scolded, honestly. Males. "Okay look, no morre of this okay? You drrink fluids you take brreaks and you eat snacks as you worrk. Accidents happen when you don't take carre of yourrself!" She had her hands on her hips, mother cat on the prowl. The same solution as before is mixed for them, adding it to the water before being handed out with the instructions to sip slowly. The other patients are the ones that are given more time of course. The feline moving to their bedside and resting her hands on the injured parts to begin healing. Bruses and broken bones healed slowly with time.

Trishtar sighs as the captain didn’t seem to show up, probably because he was already busy. Turning to Kattanos the dragon says "If you like, you can help me clear out the rest of the harbour? All the ships that sank and stuff like that need to be brought out of the water." He then doesn’t wait for an answer and instead dives into the harbor before slowly changing back into his dragon appearance. Had Katanos seen this form yet? He wasn’t sure he had...So to be funny he surfaces, and looks to his mate with a few blinks before squirting him with a small amount of water playfully then dives back down to the bottom of the harbor to start breaking apart the ships. When he was done with one of them, again he would use his strong tail to pull it from the sediment and sand to whip it over his head after resurfacing, and make the wreckage sail through the air into the pile for the salvagers to work on.

Kattanos blinks a few times at the dragon's playful antics, then again at the flying wreckage. With a shrug of his shoulders, the tiger sighed to himself, "I guess I could.." The feline simply walked off the wooden planks of the dock and quickly began his decent to the bottom. The fact that this insane man hadn't taken off a single piece of his armor aided his speedy drop to the sea floor. Katt was certainly an odd sight underwater due to not only wearing a full suit of armor, but also the large pocket of air surrounding him. The feline immediately begins to assist in reclaiming what the sea had stolen, one boat at a time. The tiger's methods were a bit different than the dragon's as he used the arcane to get the job done instead of a show of brute force. Where the dragon sent the ships sailing through the air by a powerful throw, the tiger levitated the wreckage from the depths and to the shore. Naturally, the feline would periodically return to the surface to refresh his air supply through the same means he brought the salvaged ships out of the water.

Awne sighs faintly as she looks over the next wounded, a broken leg in this one with a broken arm in the next and strained muscles in the bed beside that one. She shakes her head, she was going to have to have a talk with these captains to make sure this didn't keep happening. Tail flicking the white feline rests her hands on the leg gently, a blue grey glow surrounding her hands, the right closing lightly before pulling towards her quickly, resetting the bone quickly and begins to stitch the bones back together slowly, ensuring the healing was done properly. Minutes pass quickly for the feline before the glow fades "don't walk on it yet, rrest forr the night then go slow in the morrning." She smiles as she moves to the next patient, the glow returning to set the arm.

Drael picks up the rhythm of the shanty once more, no longer wasting his breath on the words, to hum it softly to himself. Hiking up a load of brick in his hands, he makes his way from the dingy once more. As he drops the stone on the ground for the Dwarfs to have at, he turns around just in time to witness the wreckage being tossed onto the water front. “Easy down there, lads!” He hollers down to whoever it was working in the water. Whatever it was. His eyes, not entirely outstanding, are able to catch sight of a monstrosity categorized as nothing other than a water dragon. Trishtar. At this, the youth allows a small smile to break away his otherwise placid visage, “Trishtar, you’ve come, my friend!” He yells down from the wall, lifting a burly arm to wave down at the blue mass swirling about in the water. As he watches the dragon, he begins to realize just how useful he will be out on the high seas—useful indeed! He had picked a perfect scout. || Garvand, still unhappy about his sopping wet clothes, stands aside from the unloading line, to wring them out once more. “Seems we’s got uh big ol’ fish in der.” He says idly to himself, his one eye far too concerned about the condition of his terribly colored clothes. Sighing, he lets loose a handful of his neon-green pantaloons, as he moves once more toward the loading line.

Awne speaks softly to the male who's arm she heals, the bone mending back into place and the muscle and tissue healing around to strengthen again. Pulling the magic back she gently tests the arm with him instructing him to gently bend it while she watched him for signs of pain. Pleased that none seemed present she instructs him to not use the arm for the time being, a day of rest and light labor the next day to make sure the bone would be well enough to do the harder bits later. Next was the strained muscles. This one didn't need magical means really so the feline moves to her table, removing a jar of salve and returns the male, gently smoothing a bit over the arms and shoulders to help sooth the muscles while massaging them to release the tension and promote good health. Her ears twitch at the sound of voices. Shifting away from the male to the entrance of the barracks to wave and offer a smile to her captain "Hello Captain."

Kattanos continues the monotonous task of digging up boat husks and sending them to shore. Shortly after the dragon decided to take a break, the feline also resurfaces to take a seat upon the docks. He casts a glance down towards the shouting man whom seemed vaguely familiar. For several seconds he'd try to pin a name on the face with no success. Just before giving up, the name Drael pops into mind. He was that admiral person he met at the tavern a while ago! The striped feline silently waved to the man before looking back to the murky waters. Inside his mind, Katt would begin to think of a more energy efficient means to dig up and transport the ruins to shore. Time and again, he'd come across the same answer of needing a small army that could breathe underwater. This answer was simply absurd, but also perfect! The feline slowly stands as his eyes and hands begin to emit a crimson glow. Within seconds, a row of red glows from the shore to the dig site would appear. The feline had created his own answer, an army capable of underwater breathing! Countless duplicates of the feline began to dig, haul, and store the assortment of undersea treasures. There were broken rowboats, furniture, and empty crates being stacked at the shoreline. This expansive workforce didn't come without a cost however. Quickly, Katt would begin to feel the task burning through his energy then a flame would gunpowder. After several minutes of this burdening task, the illusory army flickered back into obscurity. The tiger himself quickly found himself seated upon the wooden planks of the dock and exhausted.

Vaar turned his gaze towards Awne as he heard her speak. A small smile was given in her direction. "Hello Awne." He could see that she was busy within the barracks, probably healing and taking care of the dehydrated employees of the docks. They were always so careless. Before long he turned towards the water’s edge again, it only took a moment before realizing what he needed to do. His quick steps had him to the stones in no time, where he began to gather them. The blocks were heavier than he had thought, much heavier. His bulging arms held the stone as he moved towards a dingy, a small ship, which he would use to carry the stones towards the wall. His pace of work was fast as he wanted this wall finished fast. One by one he carried the blocks to the ship, never allowing the thought of fatigue to cross his mind. He was in a working frenzy. Sweat was beginning to show itself upon his forehead as he moved the blocks around. He wondered how long the others had been at work here. It was definitely hot, he thought, before he realized he was still wearing his armor! Without even thinking about it, his hands moved about his body, unclasping bits of his armor. They only fell to the ground around him, plopping as they made contact. The cool air felt good across his now bare chest, which also revealed another scar across it, moving from one side to the ether. It looked like at one time he had been disemboweled.

Trishtar paused in observation as he watched the army of tigers converge on the sunken masses. "Go Kitty..." he’d tell himself in his head. He smiles proudly before working alongside them, continuing his method until he just got plain bored, and clasped one ship within his flippers and lifts one up and ferries it to the shore before chucking it up and out to the rest of the pile. He then grins, and decides to show off a bit. Concentrating harder than ever before, he starts to slim down until he is like a giant snake...but with the same color of scales, and the same type of head, beak and all. Much happier, he continues to wrap his body around a ship and lift it before returning back to his usual task. He had to admit, he liked this form for this job rather than his bulkier one.

Vaar || The elementalists continued to work hard on their task, using magic to produce blocks. The task was certainly a tiring one, but one they must keep up at. Once a pile had been created they in turn changed the element they were using. Air began to swirl about the stones. Slowly they began to shake about, rumbling within the very pile. The stones themselves lifted upwards into the very air around them and one by one began to move. The stones moved off towards an empty dingy only to slowly plop themselves downwards into the boats. After the rocks began moving, three of the elementalists turned back to the stone which needed to be cut. Again they waved their hands in a similar fashion. It wasn't long before the stones began to shape and fall out into a pile. This was the order they would keep. Three stone builders and two transporters. The dingy itself was filled in no time.

Awne smiles at the male, shaking her head she returns inside to help the rest still in need. Once sure she had reached all her patients and that most were sleeping that needed to sleep she gathers a few vials and salves from her bag and leaves the barracks, moving out to the docks to stop by the tiger first setting it in his hand, a familier color to him of golden orange and energy potion to help keep him going "Drrink it all orr I'll get the needles." she threatens lightly, kissing his cheek before moving on, offering purple potions to the mages though sets them at their feet rather than get in the way of magic "Forr enerrgy suppliments." she says to them, truly it was a suppliment in essence, allowing them to use a temporary boost in magic energy "just use it when you feel yourrself rrunning low, it's taxing when it finishes and you don't want to trry morre afterr." Moving on she comes to the far dock and the dragon "Trrish!" she calls out, setting a blue potion down "Forr strrength!" she calls out and moves on again, giving salves to the dwarves with instructions to, firstly not eat or drink it, but to put it on their arms to give some temporary relief to their muscles and allow them to work a bit more through pain. Hopping down to the ground her hand glows green as she calls to the plant life below the water, a lilly pad of sorts rising from the depths for the feline to step on; ah, druidic magic. motioning towards the wall the pad moves towards the pair of captains and others "Captain! Sirr Drrael!"

Drael squints his piercing grey eyes, as he is already looking down to the waterfront. Mages, or Elementalists, rather. The Admiral begins to wonder just who it was that brought them, until he can see the glint of the armor, and the scales… Vaar. It had been quite some time since their last encounter. His brother in arms, his sharer of the burden of The Fates. A nod of his head ensues, even if it could not be noticed by the Draconian at such a great distance. He felt a bit better at having a close friend here with him, besides Garvand. Drael tugs at his shirt, struggling with it as it clings to his sweat covered body. Pulling it off from him, he tosses it aside carelessly, breathing heavily. The Sentinel hops onto the next leaving dingy, haphazardly saluting the rower, that happened to be Taron, in a weary fashion. “How are you holding up?” Drael asks the High Elf, who seems to be caught up in a line of thought, “I think… she might be pregnant with another man’s child!” He exclaims, a bit louder than was at all necessary. “Easy, Taron. What makes you think that anyways, your wife loves you.” Drael begins to wish he hadn’t said anything to the middle-aged High Elf. “I came in on her one day, she was with a man. But she said he was just there to deliver the milk.” Taron bites his lip, brow furrowing slightly, “Maybe not. I was drunk a few weeks ago, and I don’t quite remember what I did when I came home to my wife.” Drael has to force himself from sighing, or allowing his relief to flood over his visage, he didn’t want to break the news to his friend, even though he should—he seemed happy enough, content, even. “Of course it’s your child, don’t worry about it.” Just then, the dingy stops at the stone docks, and the Admiral springs onto the stone with a loud ‘clunk!’ as he begins his steady pace towards Vaar. The bulky mass that is this juggernaut Human, is covered in a sheen of perspiration, adding an almost animalistic look to the youth. With the call of his name, he stops short, looking about, if only to spot Awne. Here he waits, lifting his hand to wave her over to him. The Admiral offers a look over in the direction of Vaar, before turning his arresting gaze once more on the approaching feline.

Kattanos sighs to himself as he forces himself back on his feet and began to walk toward the shore. The tiger's objectives were simple, catch up to Awne and talk to the admiral. The armor clad feline made his way down the dock and to Awne and Drael. Along the way, he couldn't help but notice a man in neon green pants constantly complaining about soggy clothes. You'd think one would expect to get wet when working at the shoreline, but apparently not that grumpy sailor. At least, one would assume him to be a sailor by the way he spoke. Upon reaching his destination, he would greet the two of them with a simple, "Heyas.." He'd point to the man while asking, "You're Drael.... right?" A momentary pause followed before adding, "I'm Kattanos... I believe we met before.. In the tavern in Kelay.. Although it was quite a while ago.."

Awne smiles as she steps off the floating bit of plant life and over to the two, shifting through the vial and salves to offer a vial of glowing blue one handed to each "Forr strrength and enerrgy. Use it only when you feel like you can't go on again, this has a bit of an afterr effect that will tirre you out..it's only temporrarry so it should only be used forr one last move and then to come back to shorre and rreturrn to rrest in a bed." She eyes them both, well...more than eye for a moment it was more like oggle. Really how could she not they were just begging for it! really! Shaking it off with a faint blush she offers a similier one to the human again and points to the wall "forr the otherr one up therre." She explains. She smiles to them both, simply just standing there a moment to answer questions if need be.

Drael takes the elixir from the feline, smiling politely to her, if only briefly. Quick as a flash, he opens the stopper, and downs the contents. Grimacing slightly, he coughs a bit, “Tastes like rotten fish guts.” He moans, attempting to work some spit around in his mouth, to help wash down the taste. At any rate, he is quick to return to his serenity, holding that air of nobility around him like an ever-present aura, “Good to see you again, Kattanos, although I can’t entirely say I do remember you. I’ve met too many people, as of late. I apologize for that.” The Soldier bows his head of jet-black hair to the opposite in a show of respect. “I’m pleased to have you here with us.” His voice is smooth, perhaps even unsettlingly so. “No doubt you wish to join the Fleet, yes?” He inquires with the lofting of a brow.

Trishtar had exhausted himself this evening...and allowed himself to float up to the surface in his snake-like dragon form. His scales glittered brilliantly in the moonlight as he keeps an eye on his wife and the two men...growling through his mouth that was under the water, causing bubbles to form around him. After something that had happened earlier he’d be damned if he let any males get close to her without him watching....well, at least for awhile.

Awne clears her throat, watching her captain for a moment before turning back to the pair near her. Seeing as they were speaking she shifted back to the lilly plant, motioning it towards the other side where the barracks were and a pit stop near her husband, raising a brow at him as she passes "Silly drragon." she says softly, giggling lightly at him, as she passes. Once at the dock again she climbs up and back into the barracks, setting the vials off to the side in neat lines, leaving notes near each of what did what, energy, strength, both, muscles relaxant, dehydration remedy (with what to put in the water), splints for bones, salves to ease pain along with a few vials of potions to go with it. She was satisfied that the next person to use the barracks would have items needed for work with the next batch of patients.

Kattanos didn't seem to be paying attention to Awne's reaction to the bare-chested male before them. After all, the feline had more important things on his mind. He'd continue their conversation with a question of sorts, "Yes, but I believe I need to contact a Mr. Vaar.. He told me to send him a letter, but not only did he neglect to give me an address to send it, but also I would much rather talk to him instead of his papers.. Any idea if he is available about now? Also where to find him?" The tiger didn't spare a moment before changing the subject somewhat, "I do wish to join and be positioned upon the boat under Mr. Vaar's command.. Seeing how Awne is to be aboard that ship.”

Trishtar leans his head out of the water to croon for his wife, swimming with a 'limp' (if it could be called that) in his tail. Were she to look at it, it would have a few scales that had rubbed against each other and the skin underneath...causing a terrible blister near his tail. "That’s what I get for trying to show off..." he tells himself. He was so tired now, the poor dragon. He was planning on going home as soon as Awne healed him, but there was one last ship that he had set as a goal to get out of the harbor first.

Drael nods his head once more to the opposite in which he is speaking to. “He is just over there,” The Commander lifts his hand, to indicate the golden mass sailing across the Harbor towards the walls, “Vaar, the Golden Draconian.” The dingy Vaar sailed in looked a bit odd when in comparison to his beastly size, yet it managed to hold him along with the weight of the stone for the fortified wall. Drael had been at work all day and night, and he was beginning to break even his limits—he could only hope the elixir would do its work, he still had so much to do this night. “However, Trishtar is my personal scout, and sails with me. I hope that does not deter you in your choice to join alongside Vaar, he needs a Mage.” With that, the juggernaut Human plants a fist to his bare chest, a scant few inches above the grisly scar that is a daily reminder of his past failures—the scar an angry white streak across his taut abdomen. “May The Fates shed luck on our future endeavors,” With that custom farewell, in the returned rigid accent of his, each letter overly-pronounced, he turns on toe, stalking away to see to the matters of the things at the waterfront. The salvage crew was making good use of their time, he could see at this distance.

Awne heads out of the barracks and to her husband’s side, the wound at the tail catching her attention quickly. Sighing she kneels and rests her hands around it, the glow appears as a bright blue as she heals the blister easily, hardly a challenge really after the broken bones and such. A quick heal and the blister was gone while she pet the scales to make sure they were alright too; the glow fades as she yawns, "I'm going to head to the office forr the night." she smiles to him, kissing his cheek "Come to bed soon hm?" she stands again to do one last check of the patients before turning the lights out for the night and heading to the office to sleep.

Vaar came to a skidding halt within the water near the stone wall. The water itself splashed about violently, he had reversed the direction of his oars to slow himself down. His jaw finally unclenched as he stood up in a hurry. The boat rocked back and forth with the sudden change in weight, if it had been someone not used to the shifting water, they may have fell in. His right leg lifted up and over the oars as he grabbed the rope to anchor himself to the wall. The know was tired in a hurry. His gaze turned back towards the stone that lay within his ship and quickly he moved towards them. Brick by brick he moved them onto the wall placing them into a neat pile. Not long after he had arrived were the stones cleared from the boat. A deep breath was taken as he stepped off of the boat, he was lost in his work and would continue pushing himself to get the job finished. His bare hands grabbed at the stone again as he began moving them to the stone workers, the dwarfs. They were doing a good job at keeping up with production. Sweat continued to bead upon his golden brow as he moved the bricks. The pile he was moving arrived to the dwarves in no time. He turned on toe and headed back in the direction of his boat, taking huge strides to reach it in no time. His footsteps heavily plopped onto the ground as he moved and climbed back into the dingy. It was time to bring another haul.

Trishtar croons once more to her, grateful after she had healed him. Slowly changing back into his humanoid form, wings, tail and all. He yawns as he pulls himself up out of the water and salutes Drael and Vaar, before calling out "Going to bed now sirs if you don’t mind! Kat! I’ll be expecting you in bed soon? If not...well...see you sometime tomorrow." He grins before making his way after Awne and out of sight.

Reizen strides with mock purpose through the newly liberated harbor of Rynvale island, getting a feel for the ebb and flow of its streets, people, and possible interest to him. Though modestly attired, the gravity with which Reizen carries his considerable bulk is an unmistakable sign of at the very least basic combat training. He is not pretty to look at, nor delicate as some of his people had grown to embody in recent times. Rather, he is rough around the edges; muscular, with unkempt brown hair and a set of powerful tawny wings which are covered for the moment by a worn traveling cloak. At well over six feet in height, six feet and four inches for the detail oriented, Reizen stands head and shoulders above most other occupants of the harbor, a fact which refuses to go unnoticed by several nervous dock workers who pause in their task of loading cargo for the sole purpose of gawking at the large foreigner. A rather plain scabbard containing an equally simple weapon is belted rather visibly upon his left hip where it sways lazily in time to his lengthy gait. A hardened gaze floats from various forms which line the harbor until finally coming to rest upon a man who seems to speak with at least a measure of authority. Reizen approaches, though not in an outright fashion, instead skirting the general area and attempting to catch whatever words might be passed between Drael and those gathered about him.

Kattanos sighs to himself as he spots the draconian sailing away in a small vessel. Of course it just had to be the one way over there across the water. The feline's eyes and hands began to glow crimson shortly before the furry man had vanished. In mid-sail between the draconian's origin and destination, the tiger would reappear seated across from Vaar. Upon his sudden appearance, the armored feline would greet the draconian, "Heyas.. I'm Kattanos... And I hear you needed a mage.. I could do that task, among other things.."

Vaar suddenly jerked his head in the direction of Kattanos, his greenish hued eyes settled upon the mage before him, studying him. This was something he did often, measuring up the person before him. His hands jerked the oars inwards to the middle of the boat, he would give this man his full attention. Upon his golden features, which was marred only by a single scar across his left cheek, sat a look of curiosity. This man had just showed up and already had peaked his interest. "Other things?" He simply asked, curious to know what he was capable of. A single brow of his raised in the others direction. His arms moved towards his knees, only to rest there, holding his upper body up. The sickening scar across his golden scaled stomach would surely be visible to the man in front of him. He was by no means a man of small stature, his over muscled body did look awkward in the ship, but somehow he was more than comfortable.

Drael instinctively, habitually, snakes his left hand down to rest ‘pon the pommel of his brand, strapped to his hip via means of the leather baldric over his shoulder. Despite the weariness easily detectable within his eyes, the youth moves in a way best described as, well, youthful. Vigor fills this ones stride, only enhanced by his seemingly steadfast demeanor, and the strong set of his jaw. Placidity worn as a mask over his visage, he continues along the waterfront, his eyes partly paying attention to the newcomer to the group of people. It was his job to recognize outsiders, even with as many people as there were working at the Harbor. Besides, the Avian stuck out like a sore thumb—probably matching in height to Drael, and nearly the same in muscle. It was a rather intimidating sight to behold, the Admiral will admit to himself. “The night shift ends. Free drinks in the barracks, best be off!” He hollers to the salvage crew, along with those still out on the wall. Vaar, however, Drael would leave alone, deeming him capable of deciding when he would go to sleep or not. His boot strikes echo within his ears, marking his march. A soldier’s march, done in accordance to the rhythm of his heart. Turning about, he strolls back across the waterfront, if only to take up an overturned barrel as a temporary seat. His weight upon the thing lets out an eerily human-like groan, clearly in displeasure at the abrupt concussion.

Kattanos nods to the golden one, "I can also heal injuries for one... Otherwise I wouldn't have a tail.. You'd be surprised how many want it as a trophy or a belt.. I had to regenerate it anew more times than I care to count.. Although my healing abilities are limited to the arcane sort due to myself never studying medicine.. Also, as I mentioned, I am a mage you could say... I can light someone on fire or summon an army of myself if I have to.. Also by the same means, I could duplicate you to fool someone if needed.. I can also repair the ship if needed... That spell in itself is why Mesthak in the tavern hasn't charged me millions in gold for property damage.. Also I was once an assassin.. So I know a few things about poisons.."

Reizen continues skirting the man who seems to be giving the orders around here, having a rather natural eye for identifying the chain of command. Yet as the cessation of duties is called to those around, and the rather packed harbor begins to clear out, Reizen takes to a rather direct course. With heavy, yet in no way lumbering steps, the large Avian draws closer to Drael, his eyes offering open contact and evaluating all in the same moment. Yet even as the distance between them dwindles to mere feet Reizen remains silent. The soft echo of his footsteps fade to nothingness as Reizen comes to a final halt before Drael and the moments stretch onward unkindly into awkwardness.

Vaar listened to the man carefully as he spoke, many of the things he listed were sorely needed. "Very well." He stated calmly, while keeping his gaze upon Kattanos. "I am in need of a mage upon my ship, but I would like to know your reasons for seeking me out to join." He hoped that Kattanos was joining for other reasons than Awne. He knew about the two as she had brought him up. That raised brow of his delicately fell back down, allowing his look of curiosity to fall from his face. He needed to know the other’s reasons, he wouldn't allow someone upon his ship for the incorrect ones.

Kattanos shrugs lightly, "My reasons are simple and straightforward.. I want to personally ensure the safety of Awne.. I am more than certain Trishtar can take care of himself.." The feline curiously asks him, "After all, wouldn't you wish to be certain that those you care for are safe?" Again he'd shrug, "Not like you have reason for me to not be here to help.."

Drael lifts his head, allowing his eyes to gaze up at the newcomer—violently colored betwixt grays and blacks—to place him under the heavy scrutiny that is the norm for this one when encountering strangers. A simple sizing up suffices for his meticulous scrutiny, before he speaks, “I’ve not seen you before,” His accent of rigid words hold true again, only enhanced by the stiffened way in which he holds himself, “I am Drael Marcoth, Commander of the Navy of Rynvale,” He says simply, in that all too smooth voice of his, sparing the opposite the mouthful of other titles he holds. “As such, I’d like to know what your business is here.” The youth takes this moment to unbuckle his leather baldric, if only to place it and his brand against the barrel he rests ‘pon.

Vaar sighed at the man’s answer to his question, he understood the meaning to his answer, but it wasn't what he was looking for. "I am looking for people who are interested in sailing, interested helping those in need. I need a mage who will have no qualms about stepping into a hot zone undetected, to scout, while possibly leaving Awne behind." His words were serious. "If you can do that, than I would gladly accept your help, but I need to be sure I can count on you when the time comes." He reaches his right hand forward for a simple handshake, should Kattanos except it, the deal would be sealed, and he would become a member of his crew. "I also offer pay, I don't expect my members to work for free. This is something that we can discuss later." His voice still carried a serious tone.

Kattanos shakes the man's hand while stating, "Of course I can infiltrate and sabotage if necessary.. I've recently developed a very nice tool to aid in such things.. Scouting I mean.." The feline shrugs lightly, "I am aware that joining your crew would require me to either fight, scout, or both.. Besides.. Who said I had to be by Awne's side around the clock? Also who said I couldn't help anyone but Awne? I certainly didn't.. I'll do what I must to ensure the success of whatever the mission may be.."

Drael raises a jet black brow to the Avian before him, a gesture of surprise—this motion for Drael is the equivalent of a normal man yelling out in surprise, to put the meaning to the fervor of his placidity. Slow enough in continuing, the Admiral nods his head, as if his approval will allow the other to go about his business, “Pardon me for asking, but recent events have put me on edge.” Resignedly, the Soldier rises, hefting the brand still sheathed in its scabbard along with him, “I’ve got to get some sleep before the work tomorrow.” The youth takes a moment to study the opposite beneath his calculating gaze, “You look a competent lad,” The word lad is taken from the slang that the sailors use, as he spends his entire time with them, and not entirely meant to show an age difference, “I’d like to see you again, to test you for a rank I’ve been needing filled for a while. If you are interested,” Drael begins marching off, “I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I?” He continues, turning his head just enough to allow a slight smile to play at the corners of his lips, cracking his otherwise statuesque demeanor. Simply enough, he moves to his offices, or more importantly, his private quarters, to find himself some sleep.

Reizen said to Drael, “Perhaps.”