@Strange Rodent@Zaphander@Royaletutor59@YeetMeisterSkurr nodded in response to Monica's admonishment. It might be difficult under some conditions to rest his blood but he would do what he could. The women scattered to gather their belongings with a few remarks, but none of them said anything that demanded a verbal reply. The quiet returned. His thoughts returned as well.
Troublesome...
He stood up and stretched his body, one part at a time. Preparing to leave was easy, he was already done. His belongings were packed and he could carry them without difficulty. Though, he had a feeling that they probably wouldn't be done with this adventure in a single day. If the kind of creature that they were hunting was as easy to find as that, it would probably have long since been killed. It will likely be far more dangerous if they do find it within a single day.
That would mean that it was looking for a fight.
He gathered up his harpoons and spear, leaving the bag that contained the home related trinkets where it sat but pulling out a small pouch of dried fish and a small skin of water to take with him. He was a fisherman, if there were fish then there would be water and he would not go hungry or thirsty. His preparations were minimal and took only a few minutes. He was finished before all of the women had gotten out of earshot. Still, they would need time and he saw no reason to hurry. He left his shack and wandered the city for a short time, letting his thoughts wander as his bare feet whispered along the rough pavement.
The city was already in the midst of repairs and many were discussing improvements to the gate that had been broken through so easily. It wouldn't be so easy to improve the city's defenses, though. Stone couldn't be had locally, it had to be traded for at significant expense. That kind of trading involved the kind of money that a fisherman would never... ever see. It was a little encouraging that the people weren't all leaving. Some were, others weren't. Life goes on.
At length, he wandered over to the gate. He wasn't the first to arrive. It wasn't a surprise that another had made it before him, but the fact that it was the one who would need supplies the most did give Skurr a moment's pause. Crossing the intervening distance quietly and leaning against a convenient stone wall near where Monika sat with her book.
All that remained was to wait.
Though the boisterous crowd nearby did serve to draw his eye. Personal guards were easy to spot. It was ironic that they were in such a protective formation. True, they would stop any cutpurses from approaching their master but at that distance they would have little chance of intercepting any arrows. Clearly, they weren't really concerned about that possibility. Their master must not have many enemies.
Skurr's gaze was steady and calm, almost disinterested, but very keen. He knew well that many forms of danger would strike after a crisis and was highly alert to any signs of trouble.
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