“Lemme ask befur Ah say yea o’ nay.” Otto craned his head to bark out at his crew. “Oi! Yeh bastards! We need help o’ do we got it?”
“How many do we have left?” Someone responsed in turn, a lilting Hebatian accent dripping from their words.
“Eh… Ah think two?” He called back, taking a quick glance at the ship behind him.
“Two? Sure, we could go for some help!” Somebody else barked back, their voice much less melodious than the last. From the sound of it, though, they were a local.
“Great! Well, what can I do then?” Evan unhook his bag from his shoulder, knowing it would get in the way if he kept it on. He placed it by a nearby lamp post, the fire burning bright and standing out against the grey and the fog.
He turned back to Otto, slipping a hand into his trouser pocket.
“Follow me back ta th’ ship, Ah’ll show yeh.” Otto tilted his head in the direction of the barge, already beginning to walk off in its direction. “Yeh’ll be carryin’ crates ta our market.. spot.” He set his own crate down as they got up to the edge of the ship. He scuttled aboard, picking up another crate and hauling it back onto the dock.
“I’s big, bu’ no too heavy. Yeh’ll manage.” He set the crate down at Evander’s feet and picked his own back up.
Evander nodded, lifting up the crate with a small grunt, "Yeah well, I ain't the strongest person in the world. I'm more suited for the doctor life then I am the manual labor one." He chuckled lightly, falling into step beside the other.
“Fair ‘nuff.” Otto kept walking down the pier, trying his best to see through the dense fog. “This fog normal ‘ere? I’s thick as all hell.” He grunted trying to get a comfortable grip on his crate. “Back in Esmein, Ah don’t think tha’ we ever had it this bad.”
Evan shrugged a little, "Yeah, it's pretty normal. Some days are worse then others. This time 'o year though it's pre'y bad." After living here for quite a few years now Evan was used tot he fog, different to his home town but it was a change he had enjoyed, "You'll get used to it."
(sorry for the radio silence! prepping for hell week is.. well. hell!)
Otto shook his head incredulously as he dodged a bump in the pier. “Ah can’t imagine havin’ ta deal wit’ all o’ this fog so much. Somethin’ tells me Ah’ll be havin’ a rough month o’ two, eh?” He laughed a bit, finally leading them off of the wooden pier and into the cobbled streets. Despite the weather, the market was in full swing.
Ladies peddled their wares- clothing, jewelry, food, the likes; while children led livestock through the streets, yowling out prices to compete with the noise. Despite this, it was easy to hear Otto’s crew before you ever saw them.
(lol all good, I understand)
Evan laughed lightly along with him, nodding slightly, "Ah yeah, you get used to it eventually. I dunno, I find it kinda mysterious but eh, guess that's just the story teller and traveler side o' me comin' out."
He got distracted slightly as he saw a few people he new, nodding a greeting and calling out an ''ello' to go with it. It was clear he new quite a lot of the people who visited the markets, and just everyone in town in general.
“Popular one, yeh are! Set yer crate down right over here, yea?” Otto set his own crate down right behind the crew, who were hawking out items quite successfully. Luckily, they were positioned on the edge of the market, making their space just a shred bigger. Otto brushed a few stray curls out of his face. “Don’ feel like ya gotta stick aroond if ya don’t want ta. We won’t be splittin’ the money with ya, that’s fer sure!” Otto joked, laughing. His laugh was almost a bark, but that could’ve been the strain from the previous night settling into his voice late.
Evan shrugged with a light chuckle, doing as Otto said and placing the crate down where he was instructed. Luckily his bag wasn't too far away so he quickly grabbed it before he returned, "Yeah well, as the town's resident medic and a frequenter at the tavern you get to know a lo' of people," He replied, leaning against a lamp post with his arms crossed, "And if you were to share the profits with me I'd be very surprised, don' worry, I ain't expecting anything out o' this."
“Bet soo. Impertant job, medic. Yeh get a lotta business ‘round here?” Otto cocked his head, taking a seat on the edge of a crate. “Ah’m assumin’ a port town like this’n is one o’ tha best places ta be in a job like tha’.” He beckoned around to the crowded market with its electric air and slightly aggressive tension. “Seems like tha typa place for figh’s ta break out offen, am Ah wrong?”
(trying to transcribe otto’s accent may be the death of me, but at least it sounds good in my head lmao)
(Lolol, I mean it's worth it, you're writing is so good)
The medic shook his head with a sigh, "Na, you ain't wrong. There tends to be a couple down the other end of the market where ah, the young ones tend to hold their stalls," He rubbed at his chin, "We get a lo' of travelers round 'ere, a lot come in with injured men, tends to be the best time it find some work but I have my regulars, too."
(Oh geez, thank you! Yours is great too!)
(Also- sorry for the intermittent absences, but I’m just letting you know I’ll be lucky if I’m on at all this week. It’s midterms and hell week/the week of my show, so I probably won’t have a lot of time, I’m sorry!)
“Ah see.” Otto scratched at the slight, unruly scruff on his chin. “Lads an’ lassies can’t seem ta stay awey from gettin’ inta a brawl or two, eh? Seems right. Ah was like tha’ too when Ah was younger.” He laughed, sitting back on the crate and resting his heels on the edge. “Whaddyeh do? As a medic, Ah mean. Yeh do magic, or somethin’ else?”
(All good mate, I haven't had my laptop the past two days, I'm starting work Thursday night and all day Saturday, I'll probs be out Sunday and it's sports day Friday oof, I won't be on much either)
Evanader rubbed at the back of his neck, smiling somewhat sheepishly, "I mean… I know a lil', some related to healing others not. Is been a while since I used it, though, I tend to stick to the traditional ways o' medicine, ya know?" He sighed, "But I can use the healing if I wanna, generally is only when I don't 'ave my kit on me."
(Alright, no problem here! Thanks for letting me know!)
“A little magic’s better’n none. Ah should know- can’t do a lick o’ it for tha life o’ me!” Otto laughed hoarsely, hands moving to his hair as he made sure it was still securely tied up. “Traditional ain’t too shabby either, Ah’ll tell ya- much prefer a splint ‘r a bandage o’er a bastard tryna magic me bones back together!”
Evan chuckled lightly, "I mean it depends on the wound I guess. Sure of it isn't that bad of a break then you can jus' bandage and strap it in place an' wait for it to heal. Some deeper wounds require magic to at least prevent long term injury."
“Ah guess yeh make some good points. Me point still stands, though!” Otto stood, head perking up at the sound of somebody calling his name. “Ah- one secon’, ‘van. Ah’ve go’ somethin’ ta do, apparently!” He ducked into the actual market stall itself, called in to deal with a particularly moody customer.
Evan smirked slightly, "Have fun!" He gave a two fingered salute and watched Otto disappear from view. He certainly was quite a character. He looked town when he felt a tug on his shirt and saw a little girl he knew standing there with a cut finger. He smiled and knelt down, ready to take care of it for her.
And then the shouting match ensued. A shrill woman with the voice of a keening banshee (without any of the grief), and the voice of an Esmenian man who, frankly, wasn’t in the mood to hear somebody haggle. Their words absolutely were not child-friendly, but at least Otto wasn’t matching the customer’s volume. He didn’t even try to keep a calm facade, one of his crewmates recognizing this and pulling him away from the situation.
Evan made sure to deal with the girl quickly, as the profanity coming from inside the was not something he wanted to expose her too at such a young age. She ran off with a happy giggle with her friends and he sighed, looking up when he heard Otto once again.
Otto got roughly shoved back to where he originally was with a sharp uff and a few final cusses. “Cranky ol’ bag.” He grumbled, sitting back down on the crate. “Tha lengths these people’ll go through ta be savin’ a bit’a coin!”
The medic looked over with a small smile and a nod, understanding completely what Otto meant, "Yeah, I feel you there. It sucks but 'ey, most of the people round 'ere are pretty nice and pay the right amount." He shrugged, "There's only a couple that are pre'y bad."
“Damn right it sooks! Cahn’t make any fookin’ coin if every bastard in this damned place tinks we’ll be runnin’ a bazaar!” Otto complained, droppjng back onto the crate and tugging lightly on one of his many earrings. “Better hope soo. Cahn’t stand this place already!”
(i’m making some light adjustments to how i transcribe otto’s accent, sorry about the inconsistency!)
(Lol, it’s all good!)
Evan pretended to be hurt, placing a han over his heart with a dramatic gasp, “‘ow dare you! This place is amazin’! Sure, it could do with some improvements and the fogs a lil’ annoyin’ and there’s some bastards ‘round ‘ere but other then that is great!”
Otto rolled his eyes, but he laughed. “Aw, com’on! Ah’m jus’ statin’ tha facts. I’s no’ me favorite.” He scratched at his knuckles, where dry, tough skin was beginning to crack. “Ah’m sure Ah’ll grow ta loove i’ too, but righ’now i’s a bonafide hell.”
Evan chuckle, resting his head against the pole that was behind him, "Aight aight, I see where you're comin' from. I was the same when I first moved 'ere. But 'ey, you get used to it. What exactly are you sellin'?"
“Animal pro’ucts. No tha meat or nuffin li’ tha’, we got tha pelts ‘n tha bones ‘n tha horns. Teeth. Stooff li’ tha’.” Otto picked at his rough, dulled-down nails. “Leather. Straigh’ from good ol’ Esmein.” He tossed his head in the direction of the sea. “Shipped righ’ on over.”
"What's it like there? Esmein, I mean," He asked, "It's one of the place I 'aven't been yet. I'm plannin' on goin' when I 'ave time or when I ain't needed round 'ere but I don't think that'll be for a while."
“Hot. Muggy. Can’ say Ah wear a shirt more’n half tha year.” Otto laughed, scratching at the scruff on his chin. “I’s no fer any man who can’ be holden’ his own in tha summer heat, tha’s fer damn sure.” He shrugged. “But win’ers are nice.”
"Ah, sounds like 'ome to me," Evan chuckled, "I'm from Sechil, see? Grew up there so hot is somethin' I can work with. Muggy on the other 'and… yeah, not so much." He sighed, "I still wanna go, though, you only live once, ya know?"
