It'd been only a relatively short while since Nakoa last visited home, but this time it was mostly for recreation. They worked and studied hard, trained every day, and they felt like relaxing in the sea with a little fishing. Besides, his supply of fresh seafood was running low, and damn if he was going to rely on that shipped garbage. Food was always better when Nakoa caught it themself
Dressed casually, the Tethysian mercenary strode through the busy thoroughfares of one of Wrean's few surface cities. Outlanders and natives mixed, haggling at street stalls and moving goods from one place to another. Nakoa himself was headed toward a sea dock, from which he'd rented a humble sailcraft for the next few days. Over his shoulder he carried a large supply bag. Everything else had already been loaded by dock staff. It was looking to be a good time. Maybe they'd even find some interesting bit of island somewhere around.
But on his way, attention was drawn to a bit of commotion by the docks. Raised voices weren't all that unusual, but it was the tone, or perhaps accent, of a voice that drew his attention. Language or cultural differences weren't unusual on Wrea. All the same, Nakoa decided to wander over and take a look. Maybe it'd be entertaining.
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