"Eh? You mean she actually took the bait!" the familiar daily bicker and side conversations continued.
"Hey guys focus we're on duty now remember?" said one of the soft-spoken members of the group.
Then a pause: "Geez, this is like waiting for I tell ya!" one of the roughed-up shirtless men said pulling up his chest dramatically. "We We need more breaks higher wages. We need justice! So,
Who's with me?"
Then silence followed before—BONK! "Hey get back to work, men especially you Tabrine." a low-gruffling voice barked out from the warehouse pass. The rest of the men laughed, saved for Tabrine himself still growling but trying to hide an underlying smirk creeping up on his face.
As they continued to work in the background. Ricyen or often nicknamed Riven,
Sela's fiancé-to-husband was diligently at work.
He was trying to work off a guilt-loan, the other day he was at the guild and the receptionist (Quintia) informed him of multiple orders off of his account.
Thus after just almost a whole half-week, he begged for the gig job of a hard sailor life.
"Aw damn it the heck they gave me this one out of all of them? I mean I am the best how come it's the cleaning-duty they gave me."
Just then Beaver—a shorter and wiry co-worker came up.to him blocking his view, Riven then looked up.
His hair swayed in the light breeze, then Beaver spoke, "hey there, enjoying the view of the sea?" Riven almost ignored him in his non-response still pondering if he'd still have good money leftover if he did this job as a side-gig, then a thought came to mind
"If i calculate the margins of my money going to tax and—
Sela then maybe even to baby clothes, oh! yeah I still have to pay that clergy for the Baptism..."
"Hey... Hello?" Beaver gave Riven a slight kick on the side of the foot. Riven, however remained unresponsive
"Is this guy for real?" beaver muttered, squinting his eyes. Beaver waited a moment looking back at the shorelines the many people there in a rush.
The dock's has always had this much activity but only in the summer's.
Beaver then looked back once again before closing in on Riven's ear. "Hey! get up outte your head!"
Riven's train of thought snapped, looked around
"Oh hey there sorry I just got lost there for a sec
Anyways you were saying?"
Beaver paused by the almost sheer audacity but smirked nonetheless, "unimpressed"
"What?" Riven replied confuse by beaver's weird remark.
"No. its just im unimpressed by your lack of focus."
Then turning into a slight tucked curl, he continued.
"Riven what is wrong?"
The noise of the daily bustle and horns of approaching maritime vessels. Meanwhile, the docks as they seemed to slow. The murmurs of passengers and bystanders dwindled, saved for groans and low grunts of dock workers.
Exhaling he said "wrong? Beaver I'm alright, actually just wonderful. How much do we make around here again?"
Beaver thought for a min then looked back at Riven, answering with a shrug: "I don't know not really a me question you'd have to ask the captain. Plus he'd probably get mad and fire you..."
"Is that a joke?" "No... maybe." After that then a sudden quiet fell upon the scene. Riven continued on with his work occasionally he'd sigh. The memory of the ghost of debt he still has left.
("I'm starting to think this 'adventuring' guild stuff is a scam.") He thought, not catching the intensive gaze being let out by Beaver who was still skeptical of Riven's claim of being "alright."
Earlier.
(Hmm he says he's fine but something tells me he's worried about something, although whatever it is it has to do with money... is he going broke?) Beaver continued to contemplate with his newfound "revalation." Taking a closer look he noticed Riven's hair always overshadowed his eyes and the rest of his face—mostly on the right side.
Then it hit him what if Riven was suffering a magical scar that needed to be healed thus he came here for extra cash for it.
He clasped his hands together in resolution, thinking he'd already figured out Riven's "secret."
Meanwhile Riven was still partly scrubbing and partly surveying the [area] considering following up with asking the dockmaster...
Or as Beaver and other workers called him, captain. (Might need to rethink this job though... seriously this is definitely one heck of a start to it though.) Just then he pulled out 3 of his fingers on his left hand and started counting backwards: 10, 9, 8... maybe 7 yeah between those two.
(If I'm right then I should expect 8-7 months of being stuck here... no that can't be I need to make time for her too, the least I could I mean we haven't even done much together these past few months.)
Riven scratches the back of his head. Finally noticing Beaver's focused gaze.
"The hell's up with him?) Just then Beaver muttered "that scar!"
"huh? did i do something wrong?" River stated half expecting another spike. Then Beaver repeated more direct this time: "I meant to say where'd you get the scar on the covered up half of your face."
"Oh that's just when been there maybe I forgot about it, I mean it's an old scar anyways. And frankly—" He said with a slight pause looking down: "I feel like I don't want to try and remember..."
Beaver took a glance in the direction River's head was leaning towards.
Beaver then got up from his spot, "hey c'mon we still have more work to do." River grabbed on his extended hand, a bit confused and disoriented from sitting in one place for so long.
"Whatta mean? wasn't I doing my job just now."
"No and yes but you need money asap right?" Beaver responded looking around "you see that huge passing ship? ...spawck!"
He said as he spat into the concrete slab.