Having made it down the darkened street there was one house lit from the inside with candles. Looking inside he saw his niece and Slizzar surrogate of a daughter. All he had to do now was knock...
Deciding to leave his wife at home he started to pack to visit his children and niece. Stories of their adventures and time in the Regalian archipelago having reached their family home within their native continent. He figured he would surprise the younglings.
The Daendroquin packed his luggage and set out of the house. Taking passage on one of the company merchant ships heading off for Regalia.
The journey for him was long and uncomfortable, his aging bones not taking the rocking of the ship like they use to.
It was uneventful, tiring, and generally boring. A few stops were made along the way to drop off their goods and collect the needed food and fresh water. Much of the man's time was spent sleeping or looking over trade routes around and through Regalia.
This trip seeming it may become more than a simple visit to family after looking over the archipelago's prosperous trading capabilities.
So he could see it. Looking off from the deck of the ship he traveled on, the middle-aged Daendroquin could see the 'Holy city' Regalia. His body tensing as the city got bigger and bigger the closer he got. Gripping tight on the railing of the ship. The man was less than enthusiastic to enter the city plagued with religious persecution and a necessity for government control.
Entering the city was simple with his identification as a navy man of Daendroc, background checks and otherwise searching of his person being more lax than what could have been. With admittance hours were spent getting lost through the intricate shapes of the roads, seemingly only capable to find tavern after tavern and an empty teahaus.
The sun had set by the time he got a hold of someone willing to show the way to the Daenlock houses. Parting ways with the stranger he set off for the dark abyss of the Daendroque neighborhood.
Having made it down the darkened street there was one house lit from the inside with candles. Looking inside he saw his niece and Slizzar surrogate of a daughter. All he had to do now was knock.
Deciding to leave his wife at home he started to pack to visit his children and niece. Stories of their adventures and time in the Regalian archipelago having reached their family home within their native continent. He figured he would surprise the younglings.
The Daendroquin packed his luggage and set out of the house. Taking passage on one of the company merchant ships heading off for Regalia.
The journey for him was long and uncomfortable, his aging bones not taking the rocking of the ship like they use to.
It was uneventful, tiring, and generally boring. A few stops were made along the way to drop off their goods and collect the needed food and fresh water. Much of the man's time was spent sleeping or looking over trade routes around and through Regalia.
This trip seeming it may become more than a simple visit to family after looking over the archipelago's prosperous trading capabilities.
So he could see it. Looking off from the deck of the ship he traveled on, the middle-aged Daendroquin could see the 'Holy city' Regalia. His body tensing as the city got bigger and bigger the closer he got. Gripping tight on the railing of the ship. The man was less than enthusiastic to enter the city plagued with religious persecution and a necessity for government control.
Entering the city was simple with his identification as a navy man of Daendroc, background checks and otherwise searching of his person being more lax than what could have been. With admittance hours were spent getting lost through the intricate shapes of the roads, seemingly only capable to find tavern after tavern and an empty teahaus.
The sun had set by the time he got a hold of someone willing to show the way to the Daenlock houses. Parting ways with the stranger he set off for the dark abyss of the Daendroque neighborhood.
Having made it down the darkened street there was one house lit from the inside with candles. Looking inside he saw his niece and Slizzar surrogate of a daughter. All he had to do now was knock.
