It's at least 8 months between now and her last visit to Ketterdam. Most of that time had flown, the sea and its demands keeping her busy. In that time, they'd taken down two slaver ships and returned most of the girls (and young boys) back to where they belonged. And if they didn't have someplace to go, she had found them safe places. A number remained on the ship now, either wanting to start afresh in Ketterdam—or Kerch in general—or having decided to stay with her crew for a lack of elsewhere to go.
Overall, it was tiring work, all the travel. Fulfilling, but tiring. She had been glad to see the familiar span of Ketterdam's harbor and, as they'd gotten closer, the particular cadence of the docks. Some of the buildings she didn't recognize, but that was simply something she'd come to expect from being away for so long. Yet, she could pick out the spires of Ghezen's church, could make out the slant of the Crow Club's roof.
Home, or something like it.
Upon disembarking, she'd been greeted briefly by Jesper, who told her Wylan was busy; he extended an invite for her to stay at the mercher's house before apologetically bowing out on some other business. It had made her happy to see her friends doing well over the past few years, their various pursuits keeping them busy but in good health.
With no one to waylay her, she goes directly along a familiar route, one that will take her across the rooftops to the Slat. No longer is she disappointed if she doesn't find Kaz at the harbor; he has an entire Barrel to run, after all. She knows he'll show up at some point to his room in the attic. Anticipation runs through her as she easily lifts the window to said room, sliding in off the ledge. He isn't in yet, is probably overseeing business at the club or somewhere in the Barrel itself. Inej takes a seat by the window, preoccupies herself with feeding the crows a bit of leftover biscuit she'd brought specifically.
no rope necessary
Overall, it was tiring work, all the travel. Fulfilling, but tiring. She had been glad to see the familiar span of Ketterdam's harbor and, as they'd gotten closer, the particular cadence of the docks. Some of the buildings she didn't recognize, but that was simply something she'd come to expect from being away for so long. Yet, she could pick out the spires of Ghezen's church, could make out the slant of the Crow Club's roof.
Home, or something like it.
Upon disembarking, she'd been greeted briefly by Jesper, who told her Wylan was busy; he extended an invite for her to stay at the mercher's house before apologetically bowing out on some other business. It had made her happy to see her friends doing well over the past few years, their various pursuits keeping them busy but in good health.
With no one to waylay her, she goes directly along a familiar route, one that will take her across the rooftops to the Slat. No longer is she disappointed if she doesn't find Kaz at the harbor; he has an entire Barrel to run, after all. She knows he'll show up at some point to his room in the attic. Anticipation runs through her as she easily lifts the window to said room, sliding in off the ledge. He isn't in yet, is probably overseeing business at the club or somewhere in the Barrel itself. Inej takes a seat by the window, preoccupies herself with feeding the crows a bit of leftover biscuit she'd brought specifically.