Damn this wind!
Lyonya cursed everytime she passed a bridge, and there were plenty of those in Vesper, city of bridges. While the weather might have been nothing but a breeze to locals, Lyonya wrapped her cloak as tightly around herself as she could while dealing another verbal curse.
No doubt about it, she had managed to get lost somwhere among all the smaller islands.
Just perfect! she spat out, but could not help to laugh at this mishap. She took a few more turns, crossed a few others bridges and stopped to actually have a look around.
Nope... was all she said, nothing interesting in that direction. She span around and peeked out over the water....
THE DOCK!!!
Making sure to stop and look after every bridge she passed she slowly made her way back. Fortunately she spotted just the same ship she had arrived in, still there when she finaly got back to the dock. At once she could hear captain Corelli's brutish shouts, she was quite happy to do that though.
*some time passes*
Corelli's laughter boomed around the dock area as she was moving off again. She had asked him for directions and he thought it more than funny that she had made har way back just to ask him.
That lil darling sure be a pearl....! was all she heard as she rounded a corner.
She sighed heavily but atleast now she had a direction to follow.
Swaggers Inn, huh? she said as she tightened her skullcap in the harsh wind and continued on.
Did not seem bad at the moment and she kept thinking whether there would be a fireplace. She could really use a fireplace now. Feeling slightly warmer by the thought she kept her hopes high.
*inside of Swaggers*
There were quite a few seated persons smalltalking and more coming in after Lyonya. She had tossed her backpack to the floor and moved over to the fireplace, just as she had hoped there would be, and was warming her hands.
The majority of locals were dressed up in bronze coloured uniforms and were swarming up around the bar for what seemed like some meeting.
They went on for quite a while and by the time they had finished Lyonya had found a stool and were busy scribbling down magical scrolls of all kinds and variations. Coming to realise that her uncle was more or less a hero in Vesper she decided to give it a try and ask these soldiers if they know about the great Hanse.
It came like a minor surpirse to her, seeing her uncle standing there. He had even tried to engage her in conversation earlier but had been showed off. She felt some guilt for that.
Uncle, you look so old! she said with laughter coming as she noticed he was not so very fond of the remark.
Truly he had aged, but he was still the same uncle she remembered him to be. The age somewhat made him look more manly and handsome she thought, he even looked to be in good shape. More peculiar was however how he still seemed to talk to her as if she was in her teens.
So what will you do no that you are here? came his question all of a sudden which caught her offguard. She gave him no straight answer but ideas was already forming in her head. Her perked smile, a smile Hanse recognised from her youth, gave an indication to him that she was planning something he just might not approve of.
But what could he truly do? The little baby lion had turned into a lioness.