By the Horns
Fourteenth Day of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descending) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
At first you think to make at once for the temple for you will not leave a man to fester in the bonds of a foreign land over choices not his own, but then the voice of inner prudence... and outer Tom being none too subtle about it notes that you would do better with more steel about you should it come to blows there and so as the rays of the afternoon sun grow softer and the shadows ever longer among the tall stone houses of Orinilu and from the sea the echo of the waves comes like a mournful sighing that mingles strangely with the hustle and bustle of the city.
Almost you wonder if it is a sign, all this time in Inge's company had left you thinking of the sea almost as a living thing, with its own wants and desires, and most all its own whims cruel or kind but always fickle.
An oracle I am not, you shake your head at the idle fancy as though at a buzzing gnat and see about our way. At one crossing your find yourself cut off by a herd of braying goats and at another by a line of men bearing heavy baskets of tin for the forges, what would in the cities of your home be the task of mules is here done on the backs of pale northern clansmen.
At first you take them for serfs or bondsmen so light are their accountants, but as you look more closely you see upon the hand of one the telltale glint of a silver bracelet forged in the semblance of a coiling serpent. No serf or slave would be allowed to bear that worn so proudly, these then must be the folk who carry the precious metal from the mines of the far northern mines to the port of Orinilu to be turned into bronze. You are surprised to find them of like stature to yourself and your men for you had thought only the Knikut lived north of the wooded coast... and you are even more surprised at the sight that awaits them to your at the crossing of two roads to your left...
It had seemed to you strange that the streets of Orinilu were wider than most of those you had found in the Sunset Islands, most of them at least, but now you see the cause, not horse and not mule, not even bull which you had though for one mad moment, but a great deer, larger than any you have ever seen and crowned with many a pair of great branching horns. Its pelt is brown on the back and white as driven snow is its belly. Atop it sits a man of the same kindred as the basket bearers, with heavy beard beneath a strong chin and crude spear set at his side ready to be fixed at a moment's notice. His armor is fur and leather, even wood for the shoulders, but you would not want to meet that beast in the joust, not it it knows how to use those horns and from the way its holds its head you would wager it does.
The rider gives you a cursory look, stopping as it always does upon your armor of steel and then upon the shield strapped to your back, but he seems to take your measure quickly for he looks to his fellows afoot and calls out in a sharp tongue, full of sudden stops and turns of the tongue that does not recall those of the city, or of the isles even much at all. Soon they are on their way leaving you and your men to wonder at the sight.
"Think there are more like him?" Hugh asks bemused.
"Well they did say something about horned beasts back in Apuku, that did not have the the look of a carnival tame beast..." Marc offers. "Maybe it talks like..."
"Quiet," you cut him off, not wanting to hear some jest at Silver's expense. "Come the path is clear,"
And clear it is indeed, but the pier before the Marcella when you reach it is anything but. You have to fight your way though a crowd of onlookers and beyond those a confrontation you did not wish to see. A dark haired man wearing the tasseled robe of a noble, for who else could afford to keep such off the deck is arguing loudly with Antonio over what sounds to be the price am amber, the quality thereof and... well they have already reached the point of comparing their ancestry to various beasts, though they are at the very least not describing the means by which this was done.
It seems the noble has failed to deliver a shipment and Antonio is threatening to take it before the guild of captains, in spite of the fact that he does not even know the tongue.
"No, I do not have bloody time for this," you mutter under your breath and hurry up to the deck under the eye of gawking watchers to fetch Inge if she will come and if not Zaia as well as two other spearmen and and archer just for good measure. In passing you say quickly in french. "We may have to leave soon if we are to depart with our lives and ship."
How do you present at the temple of Ikomi?
[] Demanding, your man has done no harm and you will get him back
[] Let Inge take the lead and ask the questions, she may be young but she is respected for her blessings
[] Conciliatory, there has obviously been some kind of mistake or confusion and you are here to set it right
[] Write in
OOC: I thought about leaving the elk riders until you actually got to the steppes but it would not make sense not to see one in a busy trade city so here we are. Not yet edited,