"'Twill be informative to see how you fare," he says with a bland smile before moving on.
"Best of luck to you," the Captain says, bruising your shoulder with a clap from one of his mighty mitts. Some of the laborers bring you your trunk and the monkey and then leave you isolated in the hubbub as they continue unloading inanimate items from the carts.
The stables, eh? You squint down the walls and see what is either a stables or a grain mill far in the distance. It'll take some doing to get used to the size of this place.
Taking a deep breath, you lug the cage and your spartan trunk behind you.
Onward