Re: The pirate's secret cove
'Well, well, well. Not exactly what I thought, but it'll do.' Azzedar almost smiles as he finally reaches the small island to actually discover it an illusion for a much bigger island, almost a lair.
The last few months had been interesting, to say the least. The treck from Rasheman to Amn in the matter of only two tendays was stressing enough, but that man asking for money, that was priceless. A bit of blood cheered the theif up admirably. But still, Amn had enough of its own thieves; no need for Azzedar to be in such a competitive area.
So off to Calimshan he would go. Passage on a ship was no problem, but then they had to be stupid enough to get attacked by pirates, the stupid sailors. Azzedar sneaked off in the midst of the fighting to a small life boat and sailed off. But there were even some stowaways hidden in the lifeboats. They were simple enough to rid the world of.
Now, after days of riding, his clothes are little better than rags and his devil heritage was easy to see, even from a distance. He walked on the island, prepared for anything, and all he saw was a single man. Huge, but there was that saying that the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Still, it might be better to handle this with a bit of diplomacy. He might have friends hidden in the shadows.
"Someone alive at last. A pleasure, for you, I'm sure." The cold detached voice is low, almost to the point of being unable to be heard, but the man picks up every word nonetheless.