By the time Skellig is finishing the other bread, there is a small horde of sea birds hanging about.
The feeling of wind, of storm, is close now. Whoever or whatever it is must be in this section of the docks.
The docks are far from empty, people loading and unloading cargo, people passing back and forth. There are a lot of people to watch, but one in particular may catch his eye. The man is wearing a Chiton in bright blue, embroidered with colorful geometric designs and pinned at the shoulders with elaborate jeweled pins. His hair is gone entirely silver, but he looks hale. He's wearing a belt around his waist, his purse and other necessities hanging from it.
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The feeling of wind, of storm, is close now. Whoever or whatever it is must be in this section of the docks.
The docks are far from empty, people loading and unloading cargo, people passing back and forth. There are a lot of people to watch, but one in particular may catch his eye. The man is wearing a Chiton in bright blue, embroidered with colorful geometric designs and pinned at the shoulders with elaborate jeweled pins. His hair is gone entirely silver, but he looks hale. He's wearing a belt around his waist, his purse and other necessities hanging from it.