The wind mage made his way back down to the docks for an investigation of what was going on. The sun was high in the sky. The cobblestoned streets were alive with foot traffic. The economy of the port was as bustling as ever. Merchants lined the streets with all manner of wares for sale and the locals took part in it more avidly than before. The guild's presence had brought a sense of peace to the area and their constant battle to save the fish population let the fisherman increase their boon.
He left the merchant quarter behind and arrived at the docks. Men slung large bass onto tables and cleavers slammed down onto wooden tables. Fish heads rolled off into buckets. Tuna and salmon were diced to bits and packaged. People on bicycles loaded up the fish packages and rode off towards the restaurants to make the delivery.
The smell of the sea permeated the air and buildings. Stalls peppered the shore with men selling both ice cream on one side and fillet fish on the other. A strange combination but the locals seemed to love the choice between them. Although the high-quality cuts were still hoarded by the eateries.
Kaz waved at a few citizens, walking by on his way down. Waiting for him at the usual dock was a man with waterproof boots almost up to his knees. He had a jacket with a dozen pockets, decorated with fishing lures and hooks to be used throughout the day. His arms were exposed to the sun and he had a noticeable tan on his forearms. A floppy hat covered his face, shielding it from the sunlight.
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