Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190301003406/@comment-25828117-20190304183739

And head they did. The morning was sunny but not warm enough for the snow to melt. So most of the docks were still icy and slippery.

They returned to the customs house and Veradonna the harbormaster had anticipated their return from the looks of it.

"Ah, yes. You again. You'll be pleased to know that the Flashing Blade had favourable winds and arrived in the early morning today."

Graicus seemed relieved. This was finally going to come to an end.

"Where is she docked?"

Veradonna pointed at a map on the wall, her finger aiming at the pier that was labelled "7".

The gladiator found it odd you would name something a number rather than a word. Perhaps a remnant from the industrialization long ago.