Arriving in Belgrath had been an event. The wandering little wolf had marveled at the ingenuity Dwarves of yore had constructed and how easily he could navigate the grand halls. Signs led to where ever one needed to go. It spoke of the talent the stout people held for efficiency
He would have imagined Alliria would have shared in that skill, being many a dwarf made their home their. However, he quickly and sadly discovered that was not the case. The Outer City he found was far to crowded for his liking. The roads were paved yet held many bumps, feeling oddly unnatural to his booted feet. A life in the wild made him accustomed to the feel of earth beneath his heels, and though he had come from the carved calls of Belgrath with it's fine dwarven architect and polished floors, he was never bothered by it as such as he felt with the paved grounds of Alliria.
He had arrived in Alliria earlier that morning, approaching from the east gates. His travels through the Reach had proven troubled, having been set upon by marauders and thieves no less then three times. As such, he decided he first bill of action after finding accommodations for himself and his horse were to replenish his dwindling supply of arrows. A man accustom to using a bow couldn't very well walk around without arrows after all.
With a goal in mind, he set off from the inn, exploring the winding streets crowded with shops and vendors hawking their wares yet somehow he had not been able to track down the district where the smiths called home. He would eventually come to a stop, unwilling to approach anyone for directions as he slowly set his gaze upon the world around him. Bright blue orbs of blue took in the sights, studying the alien city and it's people who rushed on with their lives. He was a tall man, clothed in a white hood coat. The hood had been drawn up, to hide his unique visage though he soon realized he wouldn't stand out. One thing he found amazing about Alliria was the diversity. He picked up many races mingling with one another. Dwarves and man standing beside those of elven blood. Large brooding figures he could only believe to be Nords. A singular being who resembled a lizard to some degree and Honi realized he was looking at a Komodo.
His initial anger at being lost in the large crowded city began to wan as it's beauty took root. Of course the moment lasted for but a second as someone rushed by and pushed him aside in their hurry. Or at least tried to. Honi's feet were planted and the one the Orc tribes came to know as Little Wolf, was not easily moved. The man rebounded, the stiff arm he used with the intentions of moving the weary traveler aside doing little. He would curse and turn to look at Honi as if he were in the wrong for not allowing himself to be pushed before moving on.
Honi responded in kind with a Orch swear, shaking his head at the man and his absence of manners. In familiar lands, he would have been obliged to show him proper etiquette, of course he knew full well he wasn't in familiar lands. Best not to stir trouble, least not yet. Instead he turned his gaze else where and spoke to himself though in a loud enough tone to carry. "Where the hell are the smiths..."
Fayarri Nefarrat
He would have imagined Alliria would have shared in that skill, being many a dwarf made their home their. However, he quickly and sadly discovered that was not the case. The Outer City he found was far to crowded for his liking. The roads were paved yet held many bumps, feeling oddly unnatural to his booted feet. A life in the wild made him accustomed to the feel of earth beneath his heels, and though he had come from the carved calls of Belgrath with it's fine dwarven architect and polished floors, he was never bothered by it as such as he felt with the paved grounds of Alliria.
He had arrived in Alliria earlier that morning, approaching from the east gates. His travels through the Reach had proven troubled, having been set upon by marauders and thieves no less then three times. As such, he decided he first bill of action after finding accommodations for himself and his horse were to replenish his dwindling supply of arrows. A man accustom to using a bow couldn't very well walk around without arrows after all.
With a goal in mind, he set off from the inn, exploring the winding streets crowded with shops and vendors hawking their wares yet somehow he had not been able to track down the district where the smiths called home. He would eventually come to a stop, unwilling to approach anyone for directions as he slowly set his gaze upon the world around him. Bright blue orbs of blue took in the sights, studying the alien city and it's people who rushed on with their lives. He was a tall man, clothed in a white hood coat. The hood had been drawn up, to hide his unique visage though he soon realized he wouldn't stand out. One thing he found amazing about Alliria was the diversity. He picked up many races mingling with one another. Dwarves and man standing beside those of elven blood. Large brooding figures he could only believe to be Nords. A singular being who resembled a lizard to some degree and Honi realized he was looking at a Komodo.
His initial anger at being lost in the large crowded city began to wan as it's beauty took root. Of course the moment lasted for but a second as someone rushed by and pushed him aside in their hurry. Or at least tried to. Honi's feet were planted and the one the Orc tribes came to know as Little Wolf, was not easily moved. The man rebounded, the stiff arm he used with the intentions of moving the weary traveler aside doing little. He would curse and turn to look at Honi as if he were in the wrong for not allowing himself to be pushed before moving on.
Honi responded in kind with a Orch swear, shaking his head at the man and his absence of manners. In familiar lands, he would have been obliged to show him proper etiquette, of course he knew full well he wasn't in familiar lands. Best not to stir trouble, least not yet. Instead he turned his gaze else where and spoke to himself though in a loud enough tone to carry. "Where the hell are the smiths..."
Fayarri Nefarrat
