Post by Terminally Chill on Sept 27, 2010 21:12:22 GMT -5
Gavin trailed behind the other three strangers lazily, letting out of an occasional yawn and scratching the back of his head as he observed the lavish surroundings of the palace. The guards eyed the oddly-dressed young man strangely; the musician did not exactly seem like a candidate for which to place the hopes of the kingdom of Alabasta upon. But nonetheless, their king had chosen the bard (or had he?!) to accompany the others on the mission, and so it was not their place to cast judgments. Soon enough the young man whom Jack had made a mental note to kill directed them toward their gleaming, grandiose vessel. Gavin blinked a few times at the golden ship with it's various sails fluttering in the desert breeze. The vessel seemed to be rather extravagant for the mission they would be undertaking, but it was not as if Gavin had any idea that they were actually on a mission. The purpose of the ship was largely lost on the clueless musician. All it was to him was a place to sleep with masts on it.
Upon arriving at the docks, the muscular man known as Stronghammer greeted them as “young people,” giving a cheerful wave to accompany his words despite how intimidating of a figure he may have been. While the others found his stature and large hammer to be an interesting aspect of a navigator, even one that could prove useful in a combat situation, Gavin merely blinked at the older man before speaking to him.
“Alright, man, I'm gonna go find somewhere to crash,” the troubadour said plainly before giving the navigator a dopey smile and following behind Lisanna, believing she had the right idea of what to do in the situation. Gavin echoed her sentiment of finding “lodgings,” but in a less eloquent manner and polite manner.
Upon arriving at the docks, the muscular man known as Stronghammer greeted them as “young people,” giving a cheerful wave to accompany his words despite how intimidating of a figure he may have been. While the others found his stature and large hammer to be an interesting aspect of a navigator, even one that could prove useful in a combat situation, Gavin merely blinked at the older man before speaking to him.
“Alright, man, I'm gonna go find somewhere to crash,” the troubadour said plainly before giving the navigator a dopey smile and following behind Lisanna, believing she had the right idea of what to do in the situation. Gavin echoed her sentiment of finding “lodgings,” but in a less eloquent manner and polite manner.