into the unknown

[usestwohands]

Who; Drizzt Do'Urden and you
What; Drizzt spends a quiet night on the beach while contemplating things (and possibly planning on exploring those shark rumors)
Where; The Beach, tables
When; Late July, evening
Warnings; none has of yet

It wasn’t until the sun was drifting toward the horizon that the lithe figure dared venture to the sands. The sun glaring overhead during the day was much like the shine upon fresh snow, and while he’d attempted visiting earlier, the headache that had resulted was far from worth it. And so, he instead journeyed to the sands as the sun was setting. They were colors he’d also found beautiful, and clad as he was in thin leathers, having left his long cloak behind and pulled his long silver hair back with a thin leather thong, he looked to be ready to stay a while, as the stars began to wink into existence.

Things like the boardwalk were alien to him, though only slightly. Many cities had similar markets and harbors boasting goods from around the surrounding lands. Most often, Drizzt was forced to sneak into those cities, and never was he allowed to visit leisurely. In that respect, Aterat was something of a haven, fraught with just enough danger to keep him interested, and enough new experiences to hold his attention. On the boardwalk, they served cold, sweetened treats to ward away the lingering heat of the day, and he found a seat at a table still within sight of the shops to enjoy it as he watched the tide roll in. After a while, he pulled a small, leatherbound notebook from his pack as well as a pencil, a rather clever invention he’d found here, and began to write.

The pack to his side seemed fuller than usual, and the quiet Drow wound smiled politely to anyone who investigated, and offered them a snack he'd procured from one of the street vendors from his pack: boiled salted peanuts.

“Good evening. There is plenty to share.” And he wasn’t sure how he felt about these ‘peanuts’, though everyone else who’d been buying them seemed to be excited about them. Those who join him may notice the page of his notebook is titled “the Unknown”, and may also notice to spite his lack of armor, he is wearing two swords, belted at his waist, and that his pack tinkles slightly when it is moved, as though a fine chainmail may be stored there with his wares.

Comments

[usestwohands]

"Ah!" So he was familiar with the act, only not as a pastime! "Fishman on the lakes of Icewind Dale use similar specialized shoes to fish in winter, when the lakes freeze, though I have never known them to use the blades for sport." Now that the idea has entered his mind, however, he wants to give it a try.

"Though now I anticipate the winter's coming in Aterat all the more."

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn smiled a little to hear that there was at least something similar to where Drizzt was from, if slightly more practical than it was where he was from. “I see! Well, I do believe that skating is something that happens here too.” He added, reasonably sure he saw something of the sort back during the winter he arrived here, even if he hadn’t gotten a chance to see if he retained any of his lessons.

“So once the winter does arrive, and the lake freezes solid enough, I’m sure you’ll have a chance to, uh- try it out.” He might even join, if only for the amusement of others who liked to watch him fall down if he did forget how to keep his balance.