Jefferson Docks, Skylands Republic
It had been a hassle just to get to the Republic from Namishima. Safety, regulations, routine security checks and more were just a few of the issues that had plagued Troy Suchong's travels. Namishima was not as developed as other countries and did not have superior ports for travelers, so switching from a humble shack with a hot-air balloon service to a fully-fledged port with airships galore had thrown the monk for a loop. His nationality had attracted the wrong attention and stalled his travels, but after convincing the customs officers and other personnel that he was just a simple traveler and meant no trouble, his path was once again open to him.
By the next morning Troy had reached the city of Jefferson in the Skylands Republic. The trip weighed heavily on his mind and body, but not his spirit. He was overjoyed that he was able to reach the scattered sky islands to the east and appreciated that the officers and workers were very careful with who or what came across the 'border'. The sky was clear, the water below was engulfing, and the air was pleasant to his senses. Even the breeze was comforting, as were the people who shuffled about in the streets. It was a very welcoming city for someone like Troy.
The Galest monk stood outside of a coffeehouse and looked out towards the north where the dock district was. In Troy's hands was a cheap cup of green tea, something that was trivial to someone like a barista or tourist but to Troy it was a taste of home. It was different how the tea was brewed with steam machinery and churned out so quickly. Back in Namishima tea took much longer to prepare, but therein laid the novelty of it all. One could sit back and relax with a cup of tea that took much care and effort to brew. Here, however, the tea lacked that personal touch that made it memorable.
But Troy wasn't here to sample tea and contemplate on whether or not the barista was a perfectionist. He sipped the hot liquid and tipped his rice hat back to look up into the sky. An airship was coming into the docks, and where there were airships to be found, there were bound to be pilots willing to humor a monk suffering from wanderlust.
"If there's anyone who knows even a sliver of information, it would be someone who is one with the wind," Troy muttered. "Someone who knows the land they survey..."Last edited by Major Mario; 07/08/2014, 04:58 PM.