Njord finished putting out his fresh wares on the counters, doing a last minute double check to make sure his store looked clean. Deciding that everything was in order, he turned the sign hanging above the doors to "Open" and opened the front doors, greeting the morning light. He shifted into Dalu, growing taller and more angular. Hair appeared on his face in ragged fashion, but nothing that anyone would think out of the ordinary in the morning light. With his newly enhanced senses, he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the morning, relishing in the smell of dew on the grass, the sounds of the bustling city.
He let out the breath, almost sad to see it go, and turned, walking behind the counter. Once there, he brings out more meat from the back and begins to cut it, the steady "Thwack!" of his butcher knife mixing with the sundry sounds of the city. After getting into a steady rythm, he shifts back to Hishu, his full human form so as to not alarm any customers.
Another day, another Bishan...
The Butcher's Shop - Open For Business
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The Butcher's Shop - Open For Business
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Njord thanked the last customer of the day as he left the store, then began to clean up. Thankfully, he had had a good day. He had sold all of his cuts, and cleaned out his back room. The Valdyr let out a sigh and turned the sign to CLOSED, shutting the doors. He shifted into Dalu, the same form as earlier, using the strength benefits to lift a heavy beam into place, effectively bolting the doors shut. He shifted back into Hishu as he carried his purse of Binari upstairs before walking out of the store.
After taking a quick look around, he made his way towards the Historic District, stopping first to talk to a friend of his on the street.
The man was lithe, about 5'9" and around 165 lbs. He had blonde hair that came down to his shoulers and bright blue eyes. Small, very clean glasses rest on the bump in his nose. He sports a white soul patch, and wears stylish but unassuming clothing.
"Greetings, Krys," Njord said, his voice deep and slightly scratchy.
"Greetings indeed, I hope you did well today?" The smaller man replied. His voice was deep, but more quiet than the larger man's.
"I did quite well, actually, my friend," Njord said. "Cleared out my entire store, I'm going to need to take a day to hunt more game. People seem to enjoy the meat I bring them."
"You can kill a mean steak, Njord," he concurred. "So I was wondering, my large friend, have you seen Creeps around lately?"
"The were-rat?" Njord said, arching an eyebrow. "No, haven't seen him in a while, said he was going to spend some time in Shim for the All Things. I'm not one for gathering so many Valdyr in one place, especially with the pure sniffing about."
Krys nodded, letting out a sigh. "Damn fools, the lot of them. Well, if you haven't seen him, I guess I'll be going. Farewell."
Njord nods, a bit perplexed but deciding not to push the matter further. "Farewell, Crow..."
The two men parted in the now almost empty street, one headed on the road to Shim, the other ducking into an alleyway. He needed to find a Nexus, and he was determined to do so soon. He shifted into Urshul, a monstrous-looking white grizzly bear. He closes his eyes, concentrating for a moment, speaking to the air spirits and invoking his Feet of Mist. Using his sharp claws, he began to silently scale the building next to him.
A few moments later, Njord pulled himself over the edge onto the rooftop, taking a seat and silently looking over the city of Marn. He invokes his power of Blending, becoming effectively part of the night sky and rooftop. He remains still, surveying the city, using his sharp senses to try and detect a Nexus. He smelled the cool crisp autumn air of Thar Shaddin, the sundry mixtures of humanity, and the various colors of the town.
Something faint catches his attention. It smells different from anything on this plane of existence. He narrows his eyes, which seem to form large cataracts as he peers into the Twilight Realm. Everything becomes shades of black and white, almost muted and fuzzy. Spirits stand out in stark contrast to the Twilight, going about their various business. The Incarnation of the Living City of Marn was glowing brightly, standing its ground against oustiders who aren't welcome in the Twilight Realm. Njord catches the scent across the Gauntlet, no longer having to contend with mundane smells of the world.
He finds determines the general location of the Nexus, returning his vision back to the Material Realm and setting off in the darkness, sticking to the shadows of rooftops as he makes his way to the Historic District.
After taking a quick look around, he made his way towards the Historic District, stopping first to talk to a friend of his on the street.
The man was lithe, about 5'9" and around 165 lbs. He had blonde hair that came down to his shoulers and bright blue eyes. Small, very clean glasses rest on the bump in his nose. He sports a white soul patch, and wears stylish but unassuming clothing.
"Greetings, Krys," Njord said, his voice deep and slightly scratchy.
"Greetings indeed, I hope you did well today?" The smaller man replied. His voice was deep, but more quiet than the larger man's.
"I did quite well, actually, my friend," Njord said. "Cleared out my entire store, I'm going to need to take a day to hunt more game. People seem to enjoy the meat I bring them."
"You can kill a mean steak, Njord," he concurred. "So I was wondering, my large friend, have you seen Creeps around lately?"
"The were-rat?" Njord said, arching an eyebrow. "No, haven't seen him in a while, said he was going to spend some time in Shim for the All Things. I'm not one for gathering so many Valdyr in one place, especially with the pure sniffing about."
Krys nodded, letting out a sigh. "Damn fools, the lot of them. Well, if you haven't seen him, I guess I'll be going. Farewell."
Njord nods, a bit perplexed but deciding not to push the matter further. "Farewell, Crow..."
The two men parted in the now almost empty street, one headed on the road to Shim, the other ducking into an alleyway. He needed to find a Nexus, and he was determined to do so soon. He shifted into Urshul, a monstrous-looking white grizzly bear. He closes his eyes, concentrating for a moment, speaking to the air spirits and invoking his Feet of Mist. Using his sharp claws, he began to silently scale the building next to him.
A few moments later, Njord pulled himself over the edge onto the rooftop, taking a seat and silently looking over the city of Marn. He invokes his power of Blending, becoming effectively part of the night sky and rooftop. He remains still, surveying the city, using his sharp senses to try and detect a Nexus. He smelled the cool crisp autumn air of Thar Shaddin, the sundry mixtures of humanity, and the various colors of the town.
Something faint catches his attention. It smells different from anything on this plane of existence. He narrows his eyes, which seem to form large cataracts as he peers into the Twilight Realm. Everything becomes shades of black and white, almost muted and fuzzy. Spirits stand out in stark contrast to the Twilight, going about their various business. The Incarnation of the Living City of Marn was glowing brightly, standing its ground against oustiders who aren't welcome in the Twilight Realm. Njord catches the scent across the Gauntlet, no longer having to contend with mundane smells of the world.
He finds determines the general location of the Nexus, returning his vision back to the Material Realm and setting off in the darkness, sticking to the shadows of rooftops as he makes his way to the Historic District.