Hargeon Town was a hard place to get used to, or even come to appreciate. There were no shortages of things that were wrong with it, or its people, and the smell of the salty waters was perhaps the one thing that most stood out to Selindra as she wandered through the streets. The smell lingered throughout in the area, wherever she went, whether it was somewhere that was far enough away such that the coast could not have been seen, inside any of the businesses that were about, or even in the people. It was as though it was trapped within their skin, unable to escape or depart, but rather just stuck there, forever essentially. In their hair, on their clothes, wherever Selindra went, whatever person walked by her, there it was, even though the scent was entirely there even whilst she walked down the road from wherever her previous point of origin had been. It floored her, made her only further and further wish to be out of Hargeon Town, though it was impossible to imagine or suspect that it would neccesarily be that easy, or anything close. Funds were limited right now, due much in part to the issues that had afflicted Fiore as a whole, whatever the conlifct might have been being one that the people wished not to seak about. However, it was fully present and apparent that it wasn’t going to go away any time soon. The effects seemed about as permanent and ever lasting as the damned scent of sea water within this place.
Walking through the streets, there was something that was a bit different, if only for the fact that it was something that might have at least distracted Seldinra from the appearance and things that she was coming more nad more to hate as time went. A man, shaking in apparent fear and terror, a stupid look upon his face as though he had no idea what was going on, like there was no sense what so ever as to do. A lost boy. A child essentially, if not in boy then at least in mind. A part of Selindra wondered what was going on, not as though she cared for the boy or anything, but rather because his demeanor, his lack of resolve and utter lack of confidence meant that he was right for the picking, to be mocked, to be insulted, and for whatever else it might have been that she would have enjoyed doing, because after all, that had not been something that she had the chance to see every day. It was to a degree, unique, but also something that might have at least sated her interests for a time being, however short that it might be. The man was short, barely as tall as Selindra was which was rather amusing given the armor that he was wearing, one more often worn by the guards of this area than anything else. A child roleplaying a soldier.
500/1600 [Adventurer Discount]