Aryk stood outside his families house in Arken. His father was a member of the council, and a close freind of the Moytier (the noble in authority over the council). Aryk had asked his father if he could go on a trading vessel bound for Zarren. his father had said no, Aryk was now waitig for his freind Brek. Upon his arrival, the two set off at leisurly pace and began coversation.
“So what did your father say?”asked Brek.
“no.”he aswered.
“Well I can’t go either Aryk.”
“Aye, it probobly wouldn’t be much fun without good companion like you.”
“I supose we can still go watch the ship depart.”
“Aye, we can.”
There were a few moments of silence as they both tried to think of something to talk about. finally Brek broke the silence.
“The Moytier is going isn’t he.”
“Aye.”
“And that leaves your father in charge doesn’t it?”
“Aye!”said Aryk somewhat exitedly.
He was somewhat proud, because his father was the Moytier’s second. They continued to talk until the subject of Efros and the wars came up.
“Those Efrosains haven’t attacked our shores in eleven years, have they?”said Aryk.
“They haven’t.” Brek replied “And for eleven years our men at arms have stood idly in the fort, waiting.”
“Aye.”
They reached the dock and saw the merchant who owned the ship that was departing. He was shouting out orders in his loud ringing voice. He was tall and strong, with handsomely combed hair and a beard, and a mustache that was nicely curved.
“Ah, Aryk and Brek.”he said politely.”What brings you here to my ship on this grand day.”
“We wish to bid you and your crew farewell.” said Aryk.
“I thank you sirs.”
“Eolf, I know you are a merchant, but spare your flatery for your customers.”said Brek in a rather embaressed voice.”
“Aryk, Brek, good to see you!” said a ma who had just walked up.
Brek grasped him firmly by the wrist and said “Good day Cerr. I trust you are departing with Eolf?”
“Aye. And you?”
“We must stay here at Arken.” he answered.
After having said many farwells, Aryk and Brek set off towards Breks home.
“Did you see the ship named Aeflos?” asked Brek. “Aye, but never before.”
“It hung low in the water.”
“And its stern was rather high.”
“Aye. Like an Efrosain ship!”
“But other than that she was a perfect Rekane ship.”
“Aye. But keep watch, just in case.” That night, as Aryk was about just about to fall asleep, he thought he heard footsteps in the hall!
