Location: Tusk (Port Henry)
It is a busy afternoon in Port Henry, The fishermen have sold their morning catch and are preparing their nets and basket traps for setting out again in the evening. Half a dozen people are hawking fish – some are as small as your thumb and can be eaten whole, or just thrown into a stew to give it a bit of flavour. There are a water-swallows, slender fish that are about four inches long with sweet tasting flesh, and even a small snapping turtle ready to make a fine meal for a family. However, the bulk of the catch is made up of mud-eels, a dull tasting favourite of the soup-shops and working men’s kitchen. Other things are on sale as well - rabbit meat, a few eggs, a pile of kale and even a few ramsoms. A handful of dried barley, some kale and a bit of mud eel in a stew, will serve as dinner for most of these people tonight.
A fairly normal day, until someone down by the jetty raises a shout. There is a ship sailing up the lake, coming towards the jetty as if it going to dock there. While it isn’t a massive ocean going vessel although it about three times the size of the fishing boats that are normally seen in these waters. ”It’s a keeler …” someone mutters quietly.
The ship arrives at the jetty and a couple of sailors make fast as others tidy up the sails and put the rowing sweeps away. Two armed men, dressed in leather armour and carrying duelling swords, step ashore and stand guard at the end of the gangplank.
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:43, Sat 30 June 2018.