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>2 SUCCESS: There you are. You’ve kept up with the Fae, but her progress is barred by an obstacle of the local Langlish kind and her communication skills leave much to be desired. You will have to intervene.
Once you’re away from the docks the first thing you notice about the Langlish town of Capara proper is the colour. And such colours! So bright and so vivid it dazzles your eyes! Violet curtains on common three-to-four storey apartments, bright orange overhangs on humble vegetable stalls, garish turquoise garments and purple hosen. You’ve walked pasted a While Port Bounty projected wealth and power in its gothic architecture, the drab slums and suffocating streets now strike you as awfully dreary. A dizzying array of dyes decorate the clothes, stalls and buildings. As if each occupant was determined to push the limit on how lively and loud their garments can be, as if colour itself was a sign of wealth.
While you keep pace with Jess the Kid easily for most of them time, you nearly lose her after a sharp turn down a side street. The second time this happens you consider bidding Courageous Sky to follow her from above. But the thought of a specimen of the exotic Fallavon avian persuasion soaring above the skies of Capara gives you pause. While a masked Fae archer might not garner a second glance from the general Langlish public, a Legatus Griffinhawk in the sky very well could.
A non-stop flight across the sea would be a harrowing journey even for the greatest of raptors, but if you wanted to send a message back to Port Bounty you likely could. You’d not risk such a trial on Courageous Sky simply to send a letter home, but if there is some emergent reason to do so you may consider it. They truly are impressive creatures, no wonder the ancient Cathagi empire of old used them as couriers. You wonder why Cantôn has not done the same… They are not unheard of as pets but to your knowledge there has been little attempt to re-establish the Legatus network of old. Such a creature might be remarked upon in the skies of Aubrey or Pascae, but most would assume it to be the exotic pet of some local lord. Here though, such creatures are much rarer and therefore more valuable. For those reasons to decide not to call upon your griffinhawk unless the need is dire.
Even without aerial assistance you keep manage not to lose sight of Jess the Kid. You watch her pause at an open grassy courtyard further into town, a row of trees bearing oranges line the pathway leading up to a palatial looking villa on the hill. She shifts from one foot to another, considering something but ultimately unhappy with whatever the manicured garden bed offers. There are no railings or patrolling guards, any beggar seems free to help themselves to the hanging fruit. In fact one does so right in front of you, a hangable offence in some Fallavon orchards. You have little time to dwell on it thought. Jess is on the move again, orange in hand.
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