As the young girl with red hair tied into two buns walks the streets of the city, giggling merrily and smiling everywhere, she speaks a word with basically everyone she meet. Whether it be a guard, a street hawker, a beggar, pedestrian, trader at his stall, fisherman coming home from work, Admiralty clerk rushing somewhere, a noble not even listening, dock worker, tidesage, tourist or other weird existence in the soggy city of Boralus. She speaks about an awesome party happening just in a week in the Curious Octopus, with a drinking competition for the title of the Anchormaker Champion. Of the battle between nations for this tittle and proudly informing everyone, that the actual Champion is a sweet guard name Rey.
And the best part of the party is the theme. She talks about Rum and pirates, the two undivided topics, which will be brought to the tavern just in one week. Many rums from all over the known world will be there, and she also hopes, all attendees will wear a proper costume for the party.
An unusual theme, maybe even risky one for the harbor city. But the word is spreading and people are talking. Soon enough, there are talks about a real Kraken being served in the Curious Octopus, grilled and with little pickled onions. And about Captain Volar himself attending the party. But… words are just words, as always and the truth is hidden somewhere between them, under them and sometimes, but only rarely, really in those words.