"Be it a thousand miles, or a million years that separate us from our loved ones, the heart will always look to the them in memory."
~Tasmiya Shaik
PORT CITY OF DURENHAL
THE EASTERN DOCKS
Wednesday
6:27 a.m
Sebastian presented the documents that clarified his faux identity as a traveling merchant who was registered with the supposed Chivari merchant's guild of Neizenàr. The hume male thoroughly examined the documents before he returned it to the Aldari Lord.
"Alzak, ey?" The man slapped a hand to Sebastian's shoulder, and laughed heartily. "Since the incident of the long-ship fleet, no ship has been able to dock ere, but yer fellow companion merchants paid a handsome price fer me to take care of de ship in der absence."
"Just how handsome of a price exactly?" Sebastian's last nerve twitched as he restrained himself from exerting his anger on any object within sight.
