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Lawrence cast a cool gaze over the harbour as he approached it.
His things were in his bag and he was ready to leave this place.
This place he had lived for so long, his home.

As he walked along he picked up stones and cast them as far as he could.
Thoughts raced through his head.
How would he live? What would he do? How would the people be?

Lawrence was one of many who were forced from the island due to overpopulation.
The island's population had become so great a law was passed that two families had to live in one small hovel.

This was the life Lawrence was used to, he knew nothing more.
Nothing of the outside world and how it was.

He finally found himself on the woodened panels leading up to the entrance of the harbour.
Slowly he walked ahead and was confronted by the gateman.
"y' be needin' 10 coin t' board de boats sonny." the man had said.

Lawrence sighed and handed over the last bit of coin he had, and boarded the ship.
"This'n be goin' to Gobaith bucko. Good luck ther'" the gateman said as the boat left the docks and began its journey.

Lawrence just waved once, his yellow eyes cast upon the horizon.
((Open RP))

Kevin Lightdot, being dressed in his regular old cloth clothing with several leather patchings, and a quite large belt full of small handles, together with a nearly empty backpack on his back had just arrived at the harbour of Gobiath, walking upto a certain man there, one peering out over to the sea.

He spoke to the man, offering a gentle smile
"Hello sir."
The man grunted softly, nodding a hello.
"Could I buy some rope here sir? About 10 meters will do."
The man nodded, and replied with a short: "Aye." before bending down and taking up some rope from a rather large chest nearby.

At that moment the ship Lawrence was on came into sight, Kevin peered out toward it, though it was still to far for him to be able to see people on the deck.
A few seconds later the hardy older man let out another grunt, to catch Kevin's attention.
Kevin turned toward the man again, offering a friendly smile, not taking to much mind of the man's rude behavior.
He heard the words: "That'll be one silver." come from the old man.
Kevin nodded and reached for a small pouch in his belt, feeling through it a bit and taking out a single silver coin, handing it to the man in exchange for the rather large load of rope, wich Kevin had some trouble holding in his hands.

He stumbled over to a docking post and sat down on it, taking his backpack on his lap and starting to stuff the rope inside, once again peering out to sea as the boat came closer, getting slower in his attempts to put away the rope...

Lawrence's boat slowly approached the dock.
When it arrived, the captain let out a moan, "Allrigh' everyone off!"

Lawrence was the first to exit to boat down the narrow planks.
When he reached the docks he began a slow walk heading North.

His attention to the horizon and his curiosity made him oblivious to his surroundings, and with a slightly quickened pace,
passed the crouched man.

Kevin peers after Lawrence for a while as he passed, having just finished putting the rope in his backpack he got up and headed for Trollsbane once again.

Passing Lawrence on the way, having been walking just slightly faster to get to him, but then slowed his pace some.
He looked at him again, somewhat confused by his continuous staring into the sky.

Kevin spoke: "Hello sir, are you perhaps new here? I don't think I've seen you before..." and offered a gentle smile if he would've turned his gaze for him.