Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-25924729-20150908073332

With his newfound wealth, Lyko was feeling very pleased with himself. He continued walking down the docks, watching with fascination at everything. After a while, the growling of his stomach reminded him it was lunchtime already.

I've heard the food in Hammerhead's horrible, but the drink is glorious...

Lyko hailed a passing man and enquired about any good taverns in town. The answer was "Young fellow looking for a drink ? Aye... no better rum on Remnant than the Cove. Marketplace's that way, hope you got the stomach for it, matey. I'd wager you'll be too drunk to even walk when you're done. Heh heh..."

Lyko noticed a network of canals and "water taxi's" leading to the market, but cringed at the idea of sitting on a small, rickety boat. Water and drowning were his two greatest fears. Instead, he began the long walk to find this so-called Marketplace.