The old ended, and the new started after a loud bang.
Ehrol's feet hurried down the busy nightlife of Tuliyollal, a rifle clattering with its heavy wooden stock smacking against his back. Most of those around and still up weren't locals but rather the tourists from this land across the sea. Apparently, they had always been there and made the first step to give a friendly hello. Though in Ehrol's favor, as it ensured he didn't stand out so much in a crowd of strangers, of someone who didn't quite belong. He'd slink past different tourists, trying not to push or force his way through, that would only draw more attention onto himself, and right now he just needed to get out, get out of the city, out of Tural itself, else he was a dead man. He may have had a head start, but it was likely only a matter of minutes before they would be on his heels. But where does he go? What was he going to do?
The sound of a bell rang in the air as a departing boat was giving its final call outs for those who weren't quite attuned, for the locals wishing to tour this Aldenard, or those too sickly to travel my aetheryte. Whatever their reasons, Ehrol knew this was his only chance of getting out. He'd hurried to the dock, boots thudding against the sturdy boards until he made it to the foot of the ramp. He'd try to hurry up it only to find a sturdy hand the size of his whole chest pushes against him, making any progress he made up to the ship null and void. This hand belong to a very tall Roegadyn, skin sickly gree,n and a head missing the top of his hair.
“Fuck off, this ship is for payin' customers and I know for a fact you ain't one of them. No luggage, out of breath, and you look like an absolute mess." The Roegadyn said with a huff.
“Fellah, please, I've got to get on this ship. I'll pay- Give you anythin'- do anythin' you need me to do! I just need to get on this boat, please!" Ehrol said, the voice of desperation laid in thick in his voice, he wasn't certain if this Roegadyn could even do anything for him, but he just knew this was the last roadblock before him.
The Roegadyn eyed him up for a moment, small clicks came from behind the handlebar mustache of the Roe before glancing up to the boat as if seeing if anyone was watching. “Well… I may know a spot we keep our stowaways before we toss them off at the first island we find, but I could put in a good word for you. May even be willing to share a small bit of my meals so you don't go starving. But gonna need a little somethin' for the risk I'm takin', it's only fair.” He said with a crooked grin.
Ehrol patted his pockets, trying to find anything. It's not like he really was left with any time to pack his belongings; he hardly had time to grab his rifle. But then he found it, the ring. He stared at it for a long few moments, but an impatient tapping of a heavy boot shook him out of whatever thought he was in before placing it into their meaty palm. As if paying off a massive tab, their attitude changed in a heartbeat before finally the Roegadyn stepped to the side, letting him up the ramp and onto the boat.
This wasn't the new start he wanted; he didn't even want a new start; he was happy with the old. But he wasn't about to let this be the end of things, not for him. So it's off to this other world to start anew.
