Face of Many Faces (Psalm)

[DM-Delfon]

After a month on a ship, you could’ve be happier to finally see the shining walls of Clifton. The docks themselves are encircled by massive cliffs, and once you pass between them you see the Harbour District laid out before you. Raising steeply like a massive staircase. Each step containing dozens of buildings.

Pulling Into the Harbour you can see dozens and dozens of ships of all sizes. Some styles you recognize from the empire, and some you know from talking to the sailors on this ship as Blue Skulls from the Lawless Sea.

With your passage paid, you walk down the creaky gangplank onto the docks. The area here is bustling, with sailors heading to or from their ships in groups. Labourers loading and unloading goods, and merchants inspecting their wares. The area feels alive with activity.

Clifton awaits, what do you wish to do?

[kokorider]

Psalm slipped their hood and scarf up as they entered the bustling crowd. Their eyes shifted back and forth, scanning the faces of those that walked by. They chose only the parts they liked the most. The face of a young man, the bright blue eyes of a beautiful elven lady, the dark skin and hair of the shopkeeper trying to beckon Psalm inside.

Psalm tightened their grip on their scarf and dove deeper in the crowd. They had to be more careful when making their new identity.

They opened the first public door they saw and slipped inside, stumbling into a dark tavern. Back home, bartenders were not one to ask questions...they hoped the same was true in Clifton

[DM-Delfon]

You're shocked to find that there are only Human's around Clifton. You know that members of other races are around somewhere, but you don't see any of them around the docks. The press of the crowd has a distinct flow to it, as the people leaving the docks all seem to head to a staircase that makes it's way straight from the docks to the Harbour Gate. Some of the flow splits off onto other streets that the stairs bisect, but the majority of the flow heads straight toward the Harbour Gate. Picking a street at random, you split off from the main flow of people and pick the first building with a tavern sign hanging from outside.

You find yourself standing before the Steel Lion. A squat two story building that is wider than it is tall. It's made almost entirely from solid stone blocks stacked one on top of the other. The proprietor is a woman with a pristine white apron that is built like a blacksmith. A dozen square tables are scattered across the room, but only a few have anyone sitting at them. One table has three armoured men with tankards talking animatedly. Another has six men that have the look of town's guard about them, what did the crewman call them? Pins was it? You can see why, each man carries a long cudgel at their hip and a long sword hangs from the other. The third table has a couple merchants in fine clothes negotiating back and forth over something.

The wide shouldered woman approaches you, her gait more attuned to a march than walking, "Welcome to the Steel Lion. Can I help you?"

[kokorider]

Psalm leaned their back against the bar, surveying the patrons of the Steel Lion. In the upcoming weeks, they hoped to learn everything about what was in the crowds wallets as well. While the bar didn't exactly scream "exuberant" by any stretch, at least it was clean.

The young rogue nearly jumped when the bartender spoke behind them. They turned to get a good look at the bartender. Her features were...average. Nothing worth mimicking for themselves, but not ugly. Psalm took note of the important details...just in case.

Psalm soon realised they would need to answer back. They would need to chose a new voice for their new lives. They would let random fate decide

"Ah yes." Psalm was quite pleased to hear the voice of a young woman they met before boarding the ship. Her gold was nestled firmly in their pouch at this very moment.

"I am new to town. I require lodging...perhaps employment, but lodging first."

[DM-Delfon]

The proprietor nods once, “Lodging can be arranged. We provide comfortable rooms here for a modest fee of a single Gold Phoenix. Meals will be provided. Nothing fancy mind, but serviceable. Does that suit you?” If you’re amenable, she nods again and provides you a key for a coin. “As to employment, you have several options. If you possess a specific trade skill, then head up through the Harbour Gate and find yourself a business that specializes in your trade.”

She leans in to get a better look at you, and your gear, “You strike me as more adventurous than that for some reason. “The Merchants Guild is always hiring adventurous types to guard the supply wagons to and from the Sinkhole, or to provide sentry duty at the mine itself.” She straightens, and holds up a one minute finger to one of the other tables as they call for another round, “If you have another skill set, I can point you in the right direction.”