Thread: The Rima Lee

The Bangaa busied himself with the sights of the city and the bold sight of the cliffside that created a natural barrier around it. The shadow of the looming ridge did little in the way of cooling the small settlement as the warm, briny air that wafted up from the southern seas was warm and gentile. He remained vigilant to the streets around them as they traversed, a keen eye out for thieving pickpockets. He was ready to snag the wrist of a greedy passer-by, and teach them not to take what wasnt rightfully theirs. However, he was a bit surprised by the absence of people on the streets. Even for a smaller town such as Solajin it was eerily quiet, something was definitely amiss. Hmm he responded in a quiet, albeit rough tone as he pulled his attention to Lyra. Perhaps there are some old ruins to be found. He added, grinning toothily, the thought of treasure hunting sounding much more bountiful than their usual work. Rahzil couldnt help but notice the shabby state most of the village was in. Although the architecture, for the most part, was nice, it was marred by shacks and shanties. Most of the buildings made from mason where falling into disrepair and neglect. Much more poor here than I imagined. He commented blatantly, turning to witness the elderly gentleman sizing them up, a small grunt breaking under his breath. No, they dont but then again, since when is anyone happy to see me? he asked, his mood lightening as the hint of humor played his words, a sharp chuckled following shortly after. A large, claw clad hand held the door open for his Viera companion as they entered the tavern. He may have been a brute, but he still retained some shred of civility under his thick hide. His amber eyes, as aware as they where outside, looked about the stale atmosphere of the tavern. The flickering shadows cast by the oil lamps and fluttering dust playing in the small shards of light from the windows the most activity inside. Dead as a doornail. He caught the door with his tail as it swung closed, quietly settling it back in its frame so it wouldnt slam and draw too much attention, even if there was all but nobody present in the bar. He turned to the man peacefully dozing in the corner, shrugging him off as a mere hobo before moving up to the bar. A smile broke his face as the Hume barmaid turned to move up to them, however before he could make a brazen comment about her looks her expression went stale, and she so open accused them of a foul trade. Instead of simply correcting the woman, Rahzils eye gave a small twitch as a flicker of his mood sank. If there was one thing he couldnt stand, aside from invalid crew members, it was being wrongly judged because of his race. Listen, Hume! He retorted, voice rising. Just because I dont look like you, doesnt give you the right to assuming anything about me! With a deep seeded growl he turned, refusing to sit at the bar now, choosing to shift to a table at the center of the room, far from the ignorant wench, muttering to himself. Theyll never learn that us Bangaa are more than brutes out to destroy them. Rahzil didnt even notice the bartender had entered while he threw his tantrum. It wasnt until the man spoke that he responded, turning towards them and informing the man that his employee should watch her tongue better, and stating how its no wonder their business is so poor if that is how patrons are treated. But his tone was beginning to subside as fast as it rose. He set his elbows on the table, resting his snout in one of his hands as, letting himself cool down.