Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-26103034-20170917155727

Rularel looked round for his underclothes, carefully avoiding the sight of his chest as he removed his travelling clothes and prepared to leave the ship. It swayed a little as it came into port and Rularel staggered and had to put out a hand to steady himself. He reached down to grab his leather harness and strapped it on, wincing a little as he tightened it. By the time he'd finished putting on his armour, the ship had come to rest and the other passengers were leaving while the sailors emptied the cargo. He swung his sword strap over his shoulder and checked his shield was securely attached to his bag before heaving it onto his shoulders, faltering for a moment with the weight of everything he owned. Ducking to get his bag out the door, he stepped out of his cabin and headed for the deck.

Once he was off the ship, he headed towards the city, keeping his eyes open for a guard or for a tavern or inn.