![]() ![]() “Is it the seeker again, did they find you?” All across the hall the longshoremen threw down cards or drinks and grabbed whatever they had at hand, mostly heavy wrenches and empty bottles.Īll except for one man who grabbed onto her, guiding her into a chair a safe distance away from the door and then crouching door in front of her. ![]() They reacted instead to her obvious fear, her gasping breaths. She was beautiful of course, that was part of a deity’s mark, even grizzled old Hephaestus would put a mortal to shame, but in this hall all the men were used to her. Her shoes had been kicked off somewhere during her run. She eschewed the tunics and cloaks the rest of the pantheon still insisted on, instead wearing a simple knee length dress. She had short, raven hair and clean muscled, sun bronzed skin. She had that effect on mortals, most goddesses did, though in her case she suspected it wasn’t for her beauty. When Tyche crashed through the heavy oak double doors the hall fell silent. ![]() It was the only beacon of light left on the docks and she ran towards it, towards safety. Turning the last corner the saw the long squat building in front of her, a massive trident emblazoned on its side. The creature that followed her lurked somewhere behind, she could feel it in the gathering darkness, and if it was there its master wouldn’t be far behind. The longshoreman’s hall wasn’t far though, she could already hear their riotous laughter and explosive arguments. She’d have been hopelessly lost down her if she didn’t already know the way, in fact she had been that first time. Tyche hurried through the dying light of the docks, wooden crates piled so high around her that they formed a warren on alleys all on their own. ![]()
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