Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150905224128/@comment-26446054-20150909185640

Cyrnin eventually found the Waterfront, a collection of shacks and the poor, a few looking enviously at Sandcloak's ship. It seemed to shadow over the slum that was the port, with rats scurrying away from Cyrnin's approach. "Huh. Doesn't look like she needs me." He muttered, picking up his musket before walking towards the ship again.