04-26-2016, 08:21 AM
A small but hefty ship can be seen on the horizon during the early morning. It approaches the docks slowly, taking harbour around 9 bells.
Once ropes are secured and sails dropped, cargo starts to be unloaded. Boxes of foul smelling fish are passed between crew members while barrels of liquid are rolled down the plank connecting the ship to the port.
And then a Hobling runs out from below deck.
She waves to the crew members, thanking them quickly as she bolts towards land.
She only stops running once her shoeless feet hit the grass. She then lets out a sigh of relief, and slowly collapses herself face first into the ground.
Once ropes are secured and sails dropped, cargo starts to be unloaded. Boxes of foul smelling fish are passed between crew members while barrels of liquid are rolled down the plank connecting the ship to the port.
And then a Hobling runs out from below deck.
She waves to the crew members, thanking them quickly as she bolts towards land.
She only stops running once her shoeless feet hit the grass. She then lets out a sigh of relief, and slowly collapses herself face first into the ground.
A short Hobling physician who always seems to have a whimsical smile. She wears neutral colours and carries a staff. Two small puncture wounds scar the left side of her neck.
IG: Primrose Burrows
OOG: Sam
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IG: Primrose Burrows
OOG: Sam
PM for contact.