LadyOfStars
Tu'er Shen the Rabbit God
The Sea's MuseSetting: City of Gysur
Time of Day: 7pm
Weather: Warm, Humid
Time of Day: 7pm
Weather: Warm, Humid
Gysur, city of trade, art, and slavery. Nestled on the corner of the continent it is perfectly situated to send and receive ships The Waning Isle...and Khantor. The hamlet's unique trade partners bring in unseen merchandise which sells for a hefty price on both legal and illegal markets. The slave trade here is one of the greatest secrets in The Pact as even people who call the city home would fail to find the despicable trade's hub. But that doesn't stop the rumors that spread of people moving to and from the city against their will. Some even speculate that the neighboring city, Choran, benefits and even participates in this atrocious business practices. Gysur is a plutocracy run by the wealthiest of its citizens who are almost all draconic descendants. Together their hoards of gold afford them this small slice of their own heaven.
While the rumors of slave trade have circulated Gysur for centuries, the people who call the city home have never felt safe and some risk living below the poverty line to bring it to light. That is the case of a young merchant on the rise, but willing to risk it all. In the past few days she has become something of a recluse, in part due to the job listing that she posted in taverns and pubs all across the city. She has become a regular at those same venues, but only as a cloaked figure hiding her face from the masses. The job; a rescue mission for a young woman who had been taken prisoner.
The Oceanus Inn and Bar, a mid-level establishment owned by a handful of merchants making their way into land and business ownership. For all it's beauty it's failing business model has only attracted the less savory sorts. Traveling mercenaries, sailors as well as pirates, and some lower ranks of the Choran military who want to escape the watchful eyes of their masters. But today, as it did every third day of the week, it hosted a merchant who sat in a dark corner with a cloak thrown over her face. Every now and then she looked up from her table, waiting for someone who had seen her flyer to approach her and inquire about the job.