scientistvesper

    Many strange characters found their way into the inns at the land of waves, but not many like the strange fellow who turned up after the recent visitation by the longboats. He wore a dull red traveler's cloak that covered most of his body and sometimes carried a large animal skin bag. The cloak covered his armor. People knew that he wore armor even though the cloak usually obscured his body. They could hear the scraping and grinding produced with his every movement. He had a large figure, but it was unclear how much the armor contributed to it; he never took it off. Despite his large figure he spoke in a soft, almost gentle voic

    The wind cut against the rocky coast. Not many people dared to swim here. The waves would drive even the strongest onto the unusually square rocks that formed a jumbled coastline, and the corners of some of the rocks were sharp enough to pierce the skin. Not many people came to this spot, but a person could be seen sitting precariously on one of the rocks jutting out into the ocean. He sat still but not unmoving, fiddling with something. From a hill behind him, with bright green grass, another man slowly approached. He walked with a measured step, and when a few meters of space existed between the two, the young man on the rocks