Friday 4 November 2022

ARRIVAL IN NORTHEM LIGTH BAY
 


 Life in the city of Nykus slipped flat and without any noteworthy events.
All the activities took place mainly in the rooms of the inhabitants who I must say were numerous, as there were many slaves who wandered around the streets, I do not think they had specific goals.
Sir Ulir, who managed the tavern very well in the city of Victoria, here confined himself to fucking with male or female slaves, and the tavern was always empty and without service.
 

   I wandered around the streets looking for some reason to live there, but I didn't see any future and the head of the Scribes caste after many hands of time still didn't send me any admission documents to some role in the caste.
   Meanwhile the Slaver organize a Kajires dance competition,
they mounted a stage on the seafront overlooking the harbor, and for a few days there was movement of slaves and curious citizens who attended the rehearsals, and it was during my walk towards the tavern that I glimpsed Timmer the player from afar, the one who had taken and took away my slave Fahima that he himself had sold me, and then when he i want to arrested with the guards the city collapsed after a strong earthquake ending in rubble, we all took refuge in the forest in the old panther camp until the city was rebuilt, but no trace of him, certainly escaped with one of his ships.
I did not have time to call the guards to arrest him that he disappeared again, we looked for him everywhere but nothing.
 
   Another disappointment that accumulates to those of the lack of life in the city, so one evening I called the captain of my ship and told him to prepare that we would leave at high tide.
   We left a little before dawn and I told the captain to go down the river to the great Vosk river. I would  decide where to go. In the north my friend Nani she was waiting for me, the one who works as an innkeeper during the day and the Panther at night, but who in reality no one should know.
We would get down down the river to the archipelago of Kos, and then go up the Sea of ​​Thassa to the region of Thorwasland, but while we were sailing calmly with a light favorable wind, I remembered the city of Kasra, I was there a few months earlier with Brjiana for the our newspaper, the gazette of the moons, so we decided to stop to stock up on water and wine, it is known that in those islands the wine is the best.
 
  While we were already seeing the coasts in the distance a thunderstorm tossed us all day, but then finally we reached the coast, we landed at the great port of the city of Northerm ligth bay, I did not remember having visited it in the past, but then I knew that Kasra is neighboring.
   I was greeted at the port by a beautiful lady who with her escort and her slave, I carry around showing me the beauty of that big city and its busy port, so it was that I did not think twice and asked the lady if there  was an opportunity to live and work with them, after introducing myself as Ulysses Arliss the name my adoptive mother gave me when we escaped from the destroyed Oasis as children, in Korat in the shendi region. I did not say I was the Emir of the oasis of seven palm trees, in the future I would have said so.
  
  I assign myself a house on the upper floor, where on the right as you go up there is the large tea room where everyone meets in the afternoon after work, she told me and that soon I would also meet Sir Balrogh and Lady Irin.

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