Maedoc just about had his fill with boats. Maybe it was the rocking, maybe it was the smell of fish guts, maybe he just missed seeing green; whatever it was, the young buck was more than eager to take a leap from the final river boat that took him deep into the mainland. He gave a high wave of farewell to the boatmen, who didn't seem to really care what Maedoc did at this point. Having nothing in the way of gold, the young Pathfinder had offered a trade of providing them some insight in the current migration of the local river fish, which was simple enough; the river here had a gentle, giving spirit and provided him the information he needed for the exchange. Maedoc found that slightly surprising, as he saw that the river flowed to the southwest and fed into a massive city. "Ketra", it was called by the folk here. The buck took one last look to the east from where he sailed, and took in the beauty of the rising sun sending fiery sparkles across the broad river. He thought to capture the scene, but this was no time for painting. Indeed, Maedoc was very excited to finally meet his contact.
Darya, the famed musician, it had been so long since he heard the mystical sounds from her aulos she was known for. They were still but fawn when they last met, even then her skill with the instrument was the talk amonst many circles. Somehow, he was not certain, she had known of Maedoc's issue between the Pathfinders and the Theocrats, and had informed him of a lead to the solution to this problem, though it had been so far away, and, taking a look at and old cloth map of the continent, still had so much ground to cover still. Yet, according to the correspondence between their wind-carried messages between Darnya and himself, the musician wanted to come along for the trek. Perhaps it was to learn new songs for her path, but Maedoc selfishly was happy that he would not make the long trip alone.
But now he was here, in Ketra, the furthest you could get into the continent on water, where the two had agreed to meet to begin their journey together. The problem was, he wasn't quite sure exactly how to find her. That part had been rather cryptic, and as their locations changed, it became extremely difficult to send word over the winds. Still, perhaps it wouldn't prove too difficult; the city was large but it judging by the odd looks he received from the militant guardians of the city, as well as some of the other denizens of this place, there couldn't of been too many that would fit the description of a doe damhnait.
Maedoc unfastened his hood, and looked to his sunlit surroundings of shaped wood and stone. He puffed his chest a bit, and reassured himself of what this was all for. A journey, a great journey, that would change the way his beloved damhnait lived amongst themselves. He would make history, him and Darya, wherever she was, and their tale would be told for generations to come. Maedoc took in a deep breath of the morning air, beaming with courageousness.
By the gods why did it smell so bad here?
