You hasten your stride, as you want to be on time for your first impression. Being late to an appointment with your next potential employer could not possibly bode well for any future jobs. Word of mouth travels fast, and unreliability is one of the worst things you can have a reputation for.
In addition, Carvik was not only a well known trader throughout the area, he is also currently the object of your little crush. Carvik had been a trader from the southern coasts, evident from dark hair, playful brown eyes, and olive skin. He had a squared jaw and a broad muscled body. His deep, rich voice and his hearty laughter set your nervous heart afflutter, and when he touched your arm, your stomach did a little flip. His interview for the escorting position for his caravan was a resounding success for you, with him happily offering you the job.
You briskly make your way to the edges of the city, turning heads as you walk by. Your mind however is focused on other things, causing you to ignore the wolf whistles and catcalls from a few of the more rambunctious men. You take shortcuts through several alleys, and know the town well enough to avoid the bulk of it's shadier areas, but Deepwater's shady underworld is vast and impossible to avoid entirely.
You are currently making good time on your way to your scheduled rendezvous...
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