It was then that Odin thought back to the day he became the owner of the Swineherd Pub, and even before that when he had first brought Nastasya there, before getting absolutely hammered and fighting a bunch of slimes. That had certainly been a strange day, but receiving a notice of ownership while being in Baska for the tournament had been an interesting turn of events. Sure, Odin had expected it, having defeated the previous owner in a game of cards. It had been a really bad day for the poor tycoon, who had invited a select group to play high stakes cards in his pub. It had eventually come down to just the owner and Odin, with Odin having to reveal a great deal about himself should he lose. Winning the pub was not the only thing he came away with that night, he also secured his life, for revealing sensitive information about Grimoire Heart would have certainly resulted in him losing it. The tycoon lost everything: his money, his home, and even the building he was conducting his game in, all to try and prove that he was the best. What a shame.
Thinking back to where he was currently, the dark mage realised that this was also his first occasion ever actually visiting a dock, as well as seeing the sea in its proper entirety. Odin had caught glimpses of it during his travels, as well as seeing photos of it in books of course, but he had never been as close to water as he was now, and it felt... overwhelming. The vastness of the sea, which looked like it stretched out for miles in every direction in front of him, seemingly never-ending with only a few islands in the far distance stopping Odin from assuming the world just ended at the Hargeon docks. It really put one's life it perspective. No matter what Odin did in his life, no matter how many people he killed, how many pints he pulled, how many times he caused pain, harm or joy to another person, it would make no difference, the sea would remain after everything else had burned and died. No amount of pain would stop the waves, no amount of death would halt the tide, the sea was truly eternal, now and forever, or at least for longer than most of the world would live.
Shaking his head, Odin blinked a few times before returning his thoughts to the present, he had completely spaced out and was standing in the middle of the road, with crowds of people walking past or, if they were rude enough, through him, with curses galore exiting their lips. Truly the docks allowed someone to be a little less refined than they may be elsewhere, as they all spoke as though they were the sailors themselves, mouthing off terrible profanity as they walked to wherever it was they were going. Through all of it, Odin could see a small, rather stout man cursing to himself as he looked at the ships coming in to dock. He looked official enough, with a brown hat and suit, and a red scarf, not to mention his facial hair, the stuff of legends. It was simply a moustache, but there was nothing simple about it, as it came from under his nose to two perfectly symmetrical points below his mouth. Truly this was a man with whom Odin could do business, he simply had to approach it in the right way.