Gideon watched as the ship lurched to a stop. Much more travelers and adventurers than the last boat that came. Gideon smirked as several of the passengers were obviously not the sea faring type, evident by their poor sea legs that Gideon could witness from his current position. Gideon sighed, and made his way to the boat, ready to go confront the captain of the vessel with his proposal of travel for work. Gideon allowed himself to wonder for a bit, about where exactly he'd end up this time. Gideon had thought about heading back to his country, which probably wouldn't end up working out for him. He had heard of a land far away from Pomria, however. A land with many warring city-states, and aspiring militaries. He could always try to become a instructor if all else failed, or even an adviser, or maybe even a diplomat. He shrugged off the thought for now, as he stood on the dock, waiting for an opening in the throng of adventurers, in order to make his way up the gangplank.