[h3]Ville de la Saumure, Docks[/h3]

	As the large, iron clad cargo ship inched closer to the wooden pier, a dock worker tossed out ropes to the sailors so they could begin threading their knots. A few moments later the ramps were set up and the cargo bay was opened to allow access for the crane. Tirñea remained on the ships deck however, watching as the first of the large crates was connected to the large, iron lifting mechanism. Gears spun and black smoke erupted from a pipe above the cabin, and the large, boxy crate began to rise up over the deck. Tirñea followed as the contraption began to turn on it's tower, swinging over the ship, past the loading piers, and stopping once above the larger shipping docks. Her hair and cloak being pushed by the salted sea air, Tirñea watched as the crate was slowly lowered towards, and eventually placed onto the spacious wooden dock. She'd seen on or two others like it on the way into port, but it looked to be that most docks in this city were meant for fishing. Tirñea had never heard of fish before her voyage, but it had been for dinner once on the trip over and was found to be quite delicious. 

	As a dock hand finished disconnecting the crane, a pair of brawny looking sailors from the ship worked to open the end of the wooden container. After a few minutes of work the nails in the wood began to expose themselves, and the worker on top of the crate was able to push the wooden side downwards to be further pushed open. Before the second sailor could get to work, the crate panel began to push open on it's own, eventually revealing the creature that had been sealed within the box. Both men had known what was in the crate, but when something that size starts moving it still can make some feel uneasy

	"Sierpe, te damate!" Tirñea shouted over the noise of the crane, and the beast stopped it's efforts after another shove. The wooden panel began to peel away from the crate from it's own gravity now, and eventually fell to the dock with a wood on wood thud. Sierpe stirred from within the confines of his container, the wurms body twisting slowly as his forelimbs twitched. Tirñea sighed watching as the two men moved away from the crate and moved over towards the young woman. 

	"I uh- assume ye'd want help gettin' 'at thing out of here?" one of the sailors asked, looking back briefly towards the impatient looking beast. 

	"If you can show to me, best way from town. Very thanks to you," she replied, giving the bearded man a warm smile before turning her attention to Sierpe. The wurm had calmed down a bit, but noticeably stirred when Tirñea drew nearer. "Sierpe, te comere!" the young beast master commanded, and at her word the wurm twisted forward and moved onto the dock. The distant comments of onlookers didn't escape Tirñea's attention, and she looked about the docks and piers briefly to familiarize herself with her surroundings. "Where to?" she asked, her wurm lifing it's front with it's pointed forelimbs to look down at Tirñea. 

	"Just follow us, we can show you out of the city," the second sailor offered, motioning that he be followed as he began moving towards the dry docks. His companion soon followed, and Tirñea looked up at her familiar with an amused grin. "Come, Sierpe, come," she called, using her staff to bang the ground a little harder than she needed as she walked. The wurm started after it's trainer, crawling along at a reasonable pace so to not make others wait.

	After a few twists and turns down curved stone streets, they had eventually reached past the boundaries of the city. As the cobblestone turned to dirt, and grassy earth began to overtake the paved walkways, Tirñea lead her familiar off the path and away from the road. "You said you were goin' to Tour de Rouge, yeh? It's easy to find, you can see it from 'ere," one of the sailors commented, pointing towards a massive tower in the distance. 

	"Thank you," Tirñea replied, stopping to retrieve her coin purse. She removed four large, brass dollars, two for each sailor, and thanked them once more before waving the two goodbye. For a little while she stood there, admiring the view of the mountains and surrounding terrain while Sierpe lay down in the grass. After a few minutes though Tirñea knew she had to get moving, and lifted her staff into the air with one arm. "Sierpe, burcado," she commanded, and swung the staff downwards to smack the larger end into the earth. Sierpe lifted himself from the ground and moved his head towards the ground, pressing the armoured point of it's nose into the earth. It's toothed mouth opened slightly and the creature bellowed as it drove it's head downwards. The earth gave way and the beast twisted down into the ground, it progressing quicker the more of it that went down. Soon all that remained was a large, 3 foot wide hole ripped into the side of the road, and with a grin on her face Tirñea began to head back to the road. It looked to be a few hours away, maybe sooner if she jogged some of the way. She'd been told it would be the place to ask for directions, and find somewhere to go. Before Tirñea brought her staff upright, she smacked it into the ground three more times as she walked along. Though none could see, Sierpe could hear, and the wurm understood the command to stay nearby and follow, allowing it some freedom to explore the new terrain.