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The harbor is large, sheltered and with deep draft, well suited to a
maritime kingdom such as Amber. The inner docks can accomodate the
largest of vessels and do so, making for efficient longshoring and
draying operations for merchant ships, and rapid resupply and
refitting for Amber's navy. Past the commercial and naval piers, a
long quay extends far into the harbor for the benefit of smaller
craft, a panoply of small pleasure boats, explorer caravels and
everything in between. Chandleries, husbandries and other marine
services have small offices here, typically in structures built onto
the docks themselves.
To say the engineer is inconspicuous is a lie. Despite his small height, the fact that he's standing on top of a massive steam shovel, involved in clearing debris into railway carts, whilst smoking a massive cigar would probably draw even the dullest of eyes.
Ruby stalks into the area. Fresh from some forge work, she's wearing a set of leather accoutrements that are a plain brown and provide some protection and modesty to her chest and from waist to knees. Hair tied back and some poorly maintained goggles helping to keep errant strands of hair out of her face, she meanders through some gawkers and rubberneckers. The sounds of the demolition and the big mechanism have drawn her attention more than once. The steam shovel has her eyeing it like it was some manner of dreadful creature. Hefting a sledge, she moves up a bit closer. Wary, but posturing like she has not a care in the world. Mismatched eyes glare up towards the short bloke puffing away.
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maritime kingdom such as Amber. The inner docks can accomodate the
largest of vessels and do so, making for efficient longshoring and
draying operations for merchant ships, and rapid resupply and
refitting for Amber's navy. Past the commercial and naval piers, a
long quay extends far into the harbor for the benefit of smaller
craft, a panoply of small pleasure boats, explorer caravels and
everything in between. Chandleries, husbandries and other marine
services have small offices here, typically in structures built onto
the docks themselves.
To say the engineer is inconspicuous is a lie. Despite his small height, the fact that he's standing on top of a massive steam shovel, involved in clearing debris into railway carts, whilst smoking a massive cigar would probably draw even the dullest of eyes.
Ruby stalks into the area. Fresh from some forge work, she's wearing a set of leather accoutrements that are a plain brown and provide some protection and modesty to her chest and from waist to knees. Hair tied back and some poorly maintained goggles helping to keep errant strands of hair out of her face, she meanders through some gawkers and rubberneckers. The sounds of the demolition and the big mechanism have drawn her attention more than once. The steam shovel has her eyeing it like it was some manner of dreadful creature. Hefting a sledge, she moves up a bit closer. Wary, but posturing like she has not a care in the world. Mismatched eyes glare up towards the short bloke puffing away.
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