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KazAlkemiA Little Harth Side Story:
“I feel we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,” Harth said. He had spent the first half of the journey keeping his head down and grumbling to himself. As this was Harth’s first time travelling outside of any Dwarven hold, or even outside of the deep, deep mountains that were his home, he felt awkward. More than awkward, actually, as his getting used to the swaying out at sea did not come with very good nights of rest, or a consistently full belly for that matter.
Still, Harth had his duties to carry out, and that alone was enough to keep a Dwarf sane. Harth saw it fit to help at the pantry with preparing food and drink with the shipmaster’s wife, and keeping track of inventory. Not only to satisfy his own fussiness, but also to keep an eye on that Lucky fellow whom Harth suspected in partaking in unsanctioned and unsanctified midnight snacks - what behavior! Harth kept his religiosity not particularly noticable, save for his purifying rituals during times of food and drink (which did nothing to keep his stomach from being as unruly as the seas, unfortunately). But the crew had found out his honoring of the Stonefather soon enough from his talks with Colt and Caleb - Men of Sword and Armor were always the first people he gravitated to, based on his experiences with his brothers in the militia back home: it took real strength and conviction to clad yourself in iron and offer yourself to righteous battle willingly. And before long Kraseawai paid him holy courtesy in passing, but he didn’t quite know what to feel about her. She didn’t seem to be the type to hold to any higher callings per se, considering her dress, but there must have been something to her that made the gods see it fitting to make her endure all the bad luck in her past, much like Druuk, actually - he may have stayed in the background for most of their trip, but Harth knew scars when he saw them.
And, in so doing, they arrived at the Vale before long. He had secretly prayed for all of them the night before, so that with their landfall the Great Mantle may carry their footsteps well, wherever each of them might find themselves after…
“I feel we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,” Harth said. He had spent the first half of the journey keeping his head down and grumbling to himself. As this was Harth’s first time travelling outside of any Dwarven hold, or even outside of the deep, deep mountains that were his home, he felt awkward. More than awkward, actually, as his getting used to the swaying out at sea did not come with very good nights of rest, or a consistently full belly for that matter.
Still, Harth had his duties to carry out, and that alone was enough to keep a Dwarf sane. Harth saw it fit to help at the pantry with preparing food and drink with the shipmaster’s wife, and keeping track of inventory. Not only to satisfy his own fussiness, but also to keep an eye on that Lucky fellow whom Harth suspected in partaking in unsanctioned and unsanctified midnight snacks - what behavior! Harth kept his religiosity not particularly noticable, save for his purifying rituals during times of food and drink (which did nothing to keep his stomach from being as unruly as the seas, unfortunately). But the crew had found out his honoring of the Stonefather soon enough from his talks with Colt and Caleb - Men of Sword and Armor were always the first people he gravitated to, based on his experiences with his brothers in the militia back home: it took real strength and conviction to clad yourself in iron and offer yourself to righteous battle willingly. And before long Kraseawai paid him holy courtesy in passing, but he didn’t quite know what to feel about her. She didn’t seem to be the type to hold to any higher callings per se, considering her dress, but there must have been something to her that made the gods see it fitting to make her endure all the bad luck in her past, much like Druuk, actually - he may have stayed in the background for most of their trip, but Harth knew scars when he saw them.
And, in so doing, they arrived at the Vale before long. He had secretly prayed for all of them the night before, so that with their landfall the Great Mantle may carry their footsteps well, wherever each of them might find themselves after…
