Zubie sprinted through the port, she didn't care if she was pushing the people aside to get through the crowd. She only cared about finding a way out of this kingdom. When she was sure that she was far away from the young lord and the ship he occupied, Zubie stopped the catch her breath.
With her hand on her chest, she sat on the wooden crates. A man with a moustache came up to her, "Oi, lass, this isn't a place to sit!" she abruptly stood up. "Why are you here? Are you looking for someone?"
Zubie did not answer, walking away from the man. She had a nagging feeling about talking to strangers in the unknown land.
"Alright, boys! Speed up! We'll be setting sail for Landvrede soon!"
Zubie stopped in her tracks, did she hear the correctly? They are sailing to Landvrede?
"Excuse me, sir? I heard you are sailing for Landvrede?"
"What is it to you, lass?"
"I wish to travel to Landvrede."
