Citizen 430 Tadghian

Tadghian sighed as he looked through the  docks of Posian Islands, his eyes scanning for opportunities as he  walked amongs the sailors, merchant, and various navy members. He could  only hope that the major was not around this time of the day as he was  on the prowl for matterials for his crafts.


Young  and poor, Tadghian could never afford to get into expensive hobbies or  crafts, unlike the many other residents of the islands. All he had was a  knife, which turned out to be more than enough for wood carving. The  only kind of entertainment he has ever known. He only needed wood for it  - which was plenty around these parts. However, as faith has decided to  have it, he had managed run out of it, so now he had to fetch some new  ones. He could have boarded a ship and travelled to one of the many  isles, but he would only find raw wood - which was harder to work with.  What he needed was something that was already processed, and was from a  high quality tree - the various wooden boards that the ships were made  out of were a perfect example of this.


He  had picked up on the habit of walking down to the docks so he could  make mental notes to himself about the layout, as well as the rexals  schedule around those parts. It did not take him too long to find a  tucket away wood workshop at the end of the docks which served as the  main matterial hub for ship repairs - and soon enough, it will become  the resource of his crafts too.


The  mornings were always busy, Tadghian knew as much as he headed towards  the workshop with a confident stride, and a satchel that he has stolen a  while ago from the marketplace. He needes to hide the wood pieces  somewhere after all, he could not just walk out of there with his hands  full with them.


As he  walked on the wet wood, he inhaled the salty air of the ocean, and  enjoyed the soft breeze that ruffled through his fur. In the distance,  he could see several navy ships heading towards the docks, their arrival  imminent in minutes. This was his queue to press forward towards the  workshop.


The workshop  was open - it was not a building, but more so an entire area locked down  for processing wood and the like, bringing in new matterials each day  to make sure that the wood'd quality would not falter due to the  moisture in the air. An old, greying rexal stood behind one of the  workbenches, sawing away the boards hastily. Years of experience  tailored his arms to be muscular, and his fingers scared.


"How  can I help lad?" The old rexal spoke up, but his eyes still remained on  the wood as he continued to chop the huge logs into smaller, more  managable pieces.
"Just looking. Me ma is going to  sea soon, I worry that her ship is not the best for it though. I am  looking for smaller pieces of wood to fill the holes in the ship, les  she finds herself in the depths" Tadghian replied as he faked himself an  accent with great success.


"Ah,  I think I can get you one or two of those. See the workbench on my  left? There should be a handful of them on it. Too many to count, even.  Select the ones ya think will fit, and I will calculate a price", the  old rexal finally looked up, a slight bit surprised as he recognised  that a teen rexal was standing in front of him. "Aren't you too young to  know stuff about ships? Most folks around yer age dont care it, anyway"
"They  might have both parents. I don't. I help wherever I can" Tadghian  buffled as he walked towards the workstation that the worker mentioned,  and began to go through the pieces of wood.


Most  of them were too big for what he was trying to do, but among them laid  many that were the perfect sized for carving. Now, he needed a  distraction to pocket a few of them...


As the Ancients had it, a panicked sailor showed up, out of breath.
"Old  Man, we need you! One of your ships broke got damaged, the entire thing  is flooding! We need you!" The sailor yelled as he was pacing up and  down.


The old rexal sighed before leaving his station and quickly putting his tools into a satchel.
"Son, can I trust you to look out for the shop?" He asked from Tadghian. The ruby colored rexal nodded.
"Of  course", he confirmed with words, and deep inside he could not help but  chuckle at his sudden fortune. He watched as the two rexals hurried  away to fix the ship, leaving him alone with his thoughts.


His  hands carefully picked through the stack of woods, and he ended up  stashing 3 medium sized chunks into his satchel, looking up each time he  slid one into his bag to make sure that noone caught him.
"This  should last me a while" he thought to himself as he sat down in a  chair, and waited until the old rexal returned. He made a promise after  all, and besides, after "providing" him with resources for his craft,  this was the least he could do.

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