Post by Medivha on Feb 5, 2017 15:55:00 GMT
Open to Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson, and anyone else should they fancy jumping in.
The harsh glares of the workers as she walked past was getting real boring real fast. EIRaL had never been exactly welcome on this side of the ports, mostly run by pirates and the poor sea workers who were sick and tired of the regulations and rules placed down on them, and despite the woman not exactly being in military uniform, the tell tale magpie flying on her arm was more than enough information for people to figure out who she was working for. Other military members might have felt intimidating being on their own in this area, surrounded by large men with thick arms and even thicker heads, but the Cadet just felt exasperated, and moderately irritated.
Sent of errands. Again. There were so many other things that she could be doing to better spend her time, and yet instead she was stuck here, wondering the docks with a clip board doing routine checks to make sure no one was smuggling anything illegal. Supposedly. Like she could actually do much besides note which ship it was if it turned out they were doing such things. Perhaps that was what they had wanted, but it just seemed like a waste of time in her eyes. Like she cared what people were bringing in from over seas. At least they were bringing in something, risking their necks in the line of fire from enemy ships.
"Food shipments are still down." She muttered to herself, checking something off as she ignored both the workers who ducked their heads and ignored her, and the ones that were puffing up and glaring at her. She was not paid enough to deal with this crap.
The harsh glares of the workers as she walked past was getting real boring real fast. EIRaL had never been exactly welcome on this side of the ports, mostly run by pirates and the poor sea workers who were sick and tired of the regulations and rules placed down on them, and despite the woman not exactly being in military uniform, the tell tale magpie flying on her arm was more than enough information for people to figure out who she was working for. Other military members might have felt intimidating being on their own in this area, surrounded by large men with thick arms and even thicker heads, but the Cadet just felt exasperated, and moderately irritated.
Sent of errands. Again. There were so many other things that she could be doing to better spend her time, and yet instead she was stuck here, wondering the docks with a clip board doing routine checks to make sure no one was smuggling anything illegal. Supposedly. Like she could actually do much besides note which ship it was if it turned out they were doing such things. Perhaps that was what they had wanted, but it just seemed like a waste of time in her eyes. Like she cared what people were bringing in from over seas. At least they were bringing in something, risking their necks in the line of fire from enemy ships.
"Food shipments are still down." She muttered to herself, checking something off as she ignored both the workers who ducked their heads and ignored her, and the ones that were puffing up and glaring at her. She was not paid enough to deal with this crap.