There were about slightly more than a dozen ships docked at the port. Finding the one that was sailing was a tiresome work. We had to ask every one we met for a ship that was leaving tonight and trust me, they were not so friendly. It was until a short burly man with short curly hair and a short sword dangling on his belt approached us. He wore extremely large boots that reached his mid-thigh. He had a slight scar on his cheek and was currently chewing on a bone or a stick, whatever that was.
“I hear you’ve been asking about me…” he said in a somewhat nasally voice. His accent was like he was from the further south.
“Not you, a ship that leaves for Origami?” Gordon articulated “Do you know one?”
“the two horses for two high class rooms” the man grinned revealing a white row of teeth. He
