240 Vol. 4 pt. 43 Patch 7.0: (1/2)
”They're waving us in over there,” Fenrir tells Oleander.
”I'll bring her close so that they can pull us in. It's pretty crowded here,” Oleander says.
”Yeah. As busy and as huge as the city was, there was always plenty of space unless literally every boat was out at once.”
They didn't see any boats out and about while they were coming into the city's harbor, and now they can tell why. They're all docked. The docks are absolutely full of vessels of various sizes and shapes, and it looks like a miracle that there is even a single slip open with enough space for The Shoebill.
”Got a real beaut there!” the man standing on the dock with rope in his hands shouts over to The Shoebill's crew.
Serra positions herself behind Fenrir as he shouts back, ”Thanks!”
”You talk to new people so easily,” Serra mumbles from behind Fenrir.
”You know, you didn't seem too shy back when we were in the city. In real life or in-game.”
”It's easy when there's a bunch of other people because I don't stick out.”
”How am I supposed to show off my shortest girlfriend if she's hiding behind me?”
Serra pouts and Fenrir feels her small hands smacking against his lower back.
While right now definitely isn't the appropriate time to be thinking about this, Fenrir regrets not making himself just a few inches taller in-game. If he did, Serra would be at the perfect height whenever they are both standing up. Her head would be at the same height of his crotch.
Though, what he's imagining is still possible thanks to the increased size that he gave himself in the necessary department.
”Where're you from?” the man on the dock asks as he tosses the rope over to Fenrir.
Fenrir secures the rope on his end and answers with, ”Nowhere in particular, really.”
”Just roaming around then? Exploring?”
”You could say that. But, we're going to settle down over here, hopefully.”
”You mean in the town here? Sorry, but we're kind of limited here. It'd be hard to find an open plot.”
”Actually, we're thinking of setting up our own town south from here.”
”That so? That'd be great! We could always use some more business partners.”
”Are there any other towns around?”
”We've got one up north some more and one to the east on an island, but that's it. There were some more, but they've been abandoned already. Not everybody can handle the weather here.”
”Hurricanes?”
”Close! It's what comes with the storms that scare everybody off,” the man explains.
”What do you mean by that?” Fenrir asks.
”I take it the folk to the west don't know about it yet?”
”Well, we're kind of new still, but we've never heard anything about this place other than that it was basically abandoned by the larger factions.”
”Right, right. They always like to leave out the bits about the raging storms and the creatures that come in with them. You see these walls? They're for more than the wind and surge.”
”So vague,” Oleander says with a cutesy pout.
”Ah, apologies. Don't mean to be. Anyways—”
”Oi!” another man shouts as he walks up toward The Shoebill. ”That flying guy with you lot by any chance?”
”Oh, uh, yeah,” Fenrir answers.
”Figured as much. It ain't often we see new folk around here, especially not in the same day. Tried waving him down to greet him, but he just flew away.”
”Sorry about that. He didn't mean to be rude or anything. We just sent him flying up here to see if he could find any towns.”
”Gotcha. Where's he at now? Ain't often we see flying mounts!”
”Back with our friends south of here,” Fenrir says despite Oleander trying to signal Fenrir not to say anything. While Fenrir may trust the men here, Oleander doesn't yet.