The town sloped down the hillside and sat in a lurid
mixture of moonlight and town lamps. Many of the windows were lit
from within and cast yellow pools just outside on the cobblestones. A
small wharf opened itself to the sea in the middle of town.
On the darkest of nights the patchwork buildings became
indistinct shadows so it was only by day could you appreciate the
pretty village with its different colored and shaped buildings, some
of which operated as both residence and shop for many of the
denizens.
As he neared an unlit house Sailor could hear other
night wandering felines making their own rounds of the village. He
waited till they past his hiding place before quickly moving down the
wet road to the local fish monger shop. If you arrived in time, there
was always something to be had that would quiet the noises in your
belly. After a quick meal gained from a recent gutting bucket that
had been left out for the night, Sailor continued his way through
town till he reached the harbor.
Sailor |
Catspaw
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