Nebula Gravis

[Zackwell]

Zackwell is lost in thought as usual, as he pulls a set of oars to and fro.
It was a calm sea for this time of night; for that he was thankful. It made it so much easier to enjoy the twilight.

He laughs to himself while contemplating his reason for following this dangerous man.

"Petty little principals. I could be happy living my life having forgotten about him completely."

The sea swells up and down gently, as if the land were a living, breathing creature in deep slumber.
The moon, in it's gibbous phase, still shines a bright white light over the still waters.
The muscles in his arm feel like they are rippling with pain.

"If you go now, you'll regret it. You should rest up."

That's what she had said to him.
He almost felt bad for having ignored her advice.

He pulls the oars up and into the boat and lays down, staring into the stars.
As he gazes into the infinite void, the events of the day just past come into clear focus within his mind.

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The charter ships travelling to Nigerautumnus had been cancelled due to a missing ship.
Zackwell sighs as the mage girl hops onto a low wall.

"Arcell." she says with an innocent smile on her face.

"Huh?" Zackwell looks at her blankly. The sun is setting, casting a deep red glow over the already
beautiful countryside. Her bright green eyes shine through the crimson still.

"My name is Arcell."
She sits, perched on a wall, facing out towards the sea.

"I see..." Zackwell says as he pulls his waistcoat over his arms. He knew he had to make haste to
Nigerautumnus if he ever wanted to catch that guy.
He draws a deep breath. The smell of the sea air refreshes him greatly.
He turns to Arcell.
"Well, I can't thank you enough, Arcell, for helping me. But now I have to go. I've a score to settle."
He walks past her, down the road towards the docks to find a rowboat.

Her eyes widen and her pupils thin.
"Nonsense."
She shakes her head.
Zackwell stops in his tracks and turns to face her.
"I wont allow you to leave yet, not until you've rested for at least two more days."

Zackwell frowns. "You don't understand, for me this is a matter of utmost importa-"
Arcell leers at Zackwell with the face of a concerned mother.
He falls silent.
"Save your breath. I've heard it all before. You've got principles, and they're more important than
your life..."

She sighs and closes her eyes. The scowl on her face is more upsetting than intimidating.
Zackwell's heart sinks. Looking at her now, he sees her as the lady who was kind enough to save
him from the brink of death. Could he simply leave her all alone like that?
Perhaps it was the sudden look of sadness on Zackwell's face that flicked a switch in Arcell's head, for suddenly, she was warm and kind once again.

"If you go now, you'll regret it. You should rest up." She hops off the wall.
"You can stay at my house tonight."

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It's a cloudless night now, out on the still ocean.
It was awfully easy to sneak out, he thought to himself.
The boat sways gently from side to side, creating something of a rhythmical lullaby.
As tired as he is, he can't rest yet. He has a long way to go before he can sleep...[/font]