The town of Hargeon.
A homey little place with both a train station and a harbor, making it a bit more busy than it's size might suggest. People went about the sort of day you'd suggest: fishing, unloading cargo, serving delicious seafood, and accommodating the mages of the towns resident guild, Lamia Scale. Of course, one of the members of that guild was sitting in his favorite restaurant, The Filthy Fish Bone. In this establishment, A certain gray haired mage was enjoying his meal of choice, fish and chips with a ridiculous amount of salt and a sea-salt beer, specialty of the house.
"Ah, that's better..." Dmitry Kazakov said, rubbing his belly after the meal. "Ain't nobody do it like you Marty."
"Thanks, I'll tell that to the debt collector's." The owner and cook said, amazed at how the younger man could eat food with that much salt on it. Upon paying the bill, he walked out the door and began walking down the street, trying not to pay attention to the crowd around him as he looked for a place to go back to sleep.
A homey little place with both a train station and a harbor, making it a bit more busy than it's size might suggest. People went about the sort of day you'd suggest: fishing, unloading cargo, serving delicious seafood, and accommodating the mages of the towns resident guild, Lamia Scale. Of course, one of the members of that guild was sitting in his favorite restaurant, The Filthy Fish Bone. In this establishment, A certain gray haired mage was enjoying his meal of choice, fish and chips with a ridiculous amount of salt and a sea-salt beer, specialty of the house.
"Ah, that's better..." Dmitry Kazakov said, rubbing his belly after the meal. "Ain't nobody do it like you Marty."
"Thanks, I'll tell that to the debt collector's." The owner and cook said, amazed at how the younger man could eat food with that much salt on it. Upon paying the bill, he walked out the door and began walking down the street, trying not to pay attention to the crowd around him as he looked for a place to go back to sleep.