There is a sky port here.

It is clearly made for more ships.

You can see a half dozen landings, which for a town of this size is pretty good.

They must, in their high season, do some booming business.

But right now, that is an empty port.

And you are able to pull in the goose to a comfortable spot easily.

And there are dock workers there to meet you.

And the dock workers here, they have these pale blue tunics that all have the crest

or some sort of logo emblazoned with this crest that is on the flag on it.

And you can hear a thick shout of a language that is not your common tongue beneath you.

The regions here, this used to be a border between nations.

So there are a lot of swirling dialects in this region.

And you can feel like, wow, I barely traveled the day and people are talking completely

different here.

But that's just sort of the way of this region of the world.

And you open up and there is a representative of the dock ready to greet the ship.

Margaret, who looks a bit tired, she normally has a particular look about herself.

She smells like thickly of burnt herbs.

It's not unpleasant, but it is noticeable.

And you know, she distinctly looks as though she hasn't slept much.

But she has readied herself and made herself up as nice as she could and is ready to sort

of greet the port alongside the two of you.

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