Steel Tiger
One Thousand Club
Prince Shinobu had finally arrived in the country of Carine. It seemed like such a miserable place to him mostly because it was currently raining in large abundance. If it was not for the fact that an umbrella had been supplied to him for the trip he would have been horribly drenched and soaked. Not that it seemed to cover every inch of him, he could of sworn to himself that drops of rain were running down a pair of small bat like wings and some of it on his very large stomach. It seemed the last one would prove true as there were some wet and darkened spots on the hanfu like clothing he wore in the abdomen area. His black hair and horns were still wet from being caught off guard by the weather.
He arrived into a port town of sorts in a seemingly small ship to draw less attention at least it was quite fast. Most of the cargo on board the ship was just regular trades, maybe fish, on occasion he could have sworn noticing an occasional stowaway make noises below. The trip had made him feel rather, unbalanced and sick along the way which is why most of it was spent sleeping. It seemed the town itself had risen from out of the earth and smoothed itself over. The dock was made of stone the buildings of the town ahead seemed to be made of stone, hell even the ground of which the citizens walked on seemed to be made out of stone as well. He had yet to notice any chaos which seemed rather surprising by rumors.
He somewhat regretted the trip now even though he had volunteered himself for it. In order to look at this country and perhaps find a tutor here to expand upon and improve upon a skill beyond being simply an amateur at it. It was even worse that he was forced to leave most comforts of home and travel very lightly thanks to some family opinion and matters. There was one thing that was somewhat more cheerful, that the trip had been quite direct. Instead of multiple annoying and long stops along the way. He began making his way toward the town perhaps to see or find something of interest, where else was there to start?
He arrived into a port town of sorts in a seemingly small ship to draw less attention at least it was quite fast. Most of the cargo on board the ship was just regular trades, maybe fish, on occasion he could have sworn noticing an occasional stowaway make noises below. The trip had made him feel rather, unbalanced and sick along the way which is why most of it was spent sleeping. It seemed the town itself had risen from out of the earth and smoothed itself over. The dock was made of stone the buildings of the town ahead seemed to be made of stone, hell even the ground of which the citizens walked on seemed to be made out of stone as well. He had yet to notice any chaos which seemed rather surprising by rumors.
He somewhat regretted the trip now even though he had volunteered himself for it. In order to look at this country and perhaps find a tutor here to expand upon and improve upon a skill beyond being simply an amateur at it. It was even worse that he was forced to leave most comforts of home and travel very lightly thanks to some family opinion and matters. There was one thing that was somewhat more cheerful, that the trip had been quite direct. Instead of multiple annoying and long stops along the way. He began making his way toward the town perhaps to see or find something of interest, where else was there to start?
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