Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 13:55:02 GMT -5
It was a bright morning following the rather unexpected encounter with a former comrade of the coat. Indeed running into Roxas that evening, had certainly set the clock back on a number of opportunities still waiting to be capitalized upon. As Luxord would come to observe the weathered fort, whilst enjoying his morning tea upon an open deck that overlooked the port, it would become hard not to notice the change of the guard. The patrols were different, so much in fact that he only recognized half of the routine being demonstrated. The harbor was no different, as several merchant ships had set out the night before, only to be replaced by more frigates of the British navy. This much military in one place could only foretell the arrival of an important presence in the rank. Though there was no indication as to whom this was. All that could be told to electric blue orbs that surveyed the harbor, was that security had effectively doubled since dawn.
A disapproving grunt was made as porcelain clattered against the saucer on the table. ”Waitress-“ began the enigma in black, prompting a young girl to approach his table in earnest. ”This tea is cold.” A glove was made to gesture to the cup upon the table, before the man would cross his arms. Despite that the sun had only begun to creep over the horizon, the valley of the port still proved quite chilled in the shadow of the mountainous hills above. Luxord waited for the waitress to collect the china, casting a glance across the harbor, wondering if this was truly the best place to spend his fortune of time. It proved doubtless the finest location to enjoy an early nourishment, in addition for allowing sufficient recon where permitted, though there was little chance he’d spot the Governor from here.
The man’s presence at whatever festivities were being conducted the port today, were almost surely guaranteed by the doubled size of infantry. The Gambler had almost run head-on into a patrol making its way through town not even an hour prior. These sentries would never tire it seemed. Though even all the eyes were not enough to keep businesses from running, whether they were illegitimate or not. An additional game of cards aboard a vessel had all but supplemented whatever he lost in his entertaining of the Key of Destiny. Before he bid the wage-less sailors adieu, one of the men made mention of another, whom knew a fellow that was planning a heist upon the fort. It was safe to assume the treasury of such a busy locale would provide one a hefty fortune in material, or influence as Luxord saw more appropriately. Were such an endeavor in the works, perhaps it would be wise to follow the trail to this Salty Tom as he was called.
The waitress would return, and set a steaming cup of tea in front of the man in black. As she had provided him with a suitable replacement, he felt it only polite he oblige her in a manner fitting her cooperation. A gold coin was flicked onto the table for her, which she retrieved and nodding in thanks before tending to the other patrons. The Gambler felt his eyes wander from the cup of tea back to the fort, then the harbor once more. Nothing of interest to him, save for what he had already studied in the hour he had sat here. As eventful as the night before had been, it was clear now that things weren’t bound to pick up here for another few hours. As captivating as they were in their own right, the vessels of this world still held primitive capabilities when it came to speed.
Returning his focus to his tea once more, Luxord raised the amber liquid to his lips, and indulged in the lemony taste.