Evren woke in the morning and washed himself, putting on his leather armor and carrying his meteoric sword. Everything else he put in his backpack, which he hid under his cloak, except for a large sack of wolf pelts. He had stopped about an hour from Arcadia last night and decided to stay out of town so he could clean up before entering.
Arriving at the gate, the guard said, "Name, and reason for entry."
"Chesterfield Cunningham of the Madelaya Cunninghams. I'm here to get a ship back to Aernide!" Evren said with enthusiasm.
The guard replied, "Ships are not transporting people anymore."
"What? Aww man, how am I going to get back to Madelaya?" Evren complained. "Do you think there are some private ships that wouldn't mind being chartered to Aernide?"
"I don't know, sir." The guard said.
"Listen, I've been on the road for months! Can you recommend a good inn?" Evren asked.
