Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190301003406/@comment-25828117-20190304185226

With all that fuzz well and truly dealt with they headed towards Pier 7

It nearly lay in the shadow of the natural bridge on which the city was built. The docks that did were not desireable. They were twice as cold and even more slippery in the winter.

The ship, the Flashing Blade was an Imperial galley. Those were some of the fastest ships around. Not only did they utilize sails that harnessed the winds, they also used the brawn of their sailors with long oars on each side. Most of them seemed retracted into the ship at the moment, as were its sails. The deck was buzzing with activity though. Seaman helped dockworkers bring cargo down onto the pier and headed for the customs while a bookkeeper stood by and made their first inventory check with a clipboard and quill.

Graicus looked around at the crew, he knew none of these faces nor did he know Helian's, but these men looked way too old for such a young lad. They had lined faces and beards, signs they hadn't been able to shave or care much for their appearance.

The two big men approaching the ship managed them a few stares back.