Ilumen anxiously rubs his hand across the cloak. He is gazing far into the distance, nearly the horizon. He is able to see land, meaning that this trip is nearly over after about a week of sailing. The trip wasn't particularly bad, this ferry may have been very good at some point; but, the many years seem to have caused it a lot of damage. The rails are more rust than metal at this point, the floorboards have been cracking in some portions of the ship, and he has even seen some repairs done by tying two of the parts together.

Still though, Ilumen is thankful he managed to make it this far. It had taken him nearly an hour of talking to the sailor, showing the sailor Ilumen's ticket, and avoiding giving away personal information before the sailor agreed to take him to the mainland. Ilumen knew that if the sailor knew he was a frost tiefling then the sailor would probably throw him overboard. Lucky for him, he had a nice, semi-new cloak to rely on for some semblance of a hiding place.

Ilumen sighs quite loudly now, his shoulders slump beneath the cloak to indicate the twinge of sadness and regret he had for leaving behind Brick. Brick, of course, had fully supported the decision for him to explore the mainland, but Ilumen had just not felt like he was fully prepared to leave him. Before Ilumen had traveled to the pier where he would be taking the ferry, Brick had decided to talk to him. Alongside their exchange of farewells and good lucks, Brick had given him the cloak that he is wearing at the present moment. The cloak was, and still is, a wonderful article of clothing. It is dark, navy blue with a gold yellow trim and several small, complex designs on it. Unfortunately, the cloak was probably pulled out of an old box that belonged to Brick; as the edges showed minor damages, like it had been through a lot in its time.

Ilumen Really hoped that this adventure would pay off, and that he wouldn't regret traveling with Arianna in the near future. Ilumen had, after all, put a lot of faith in the chance that he would earn respect from adventuring.

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Ilumen is making his way through the town, trying to keep a consistent and normal pace as to not draw attention to himself. Ilumen is inconspicuously glancing side to side at the buildings, hoping to find the tavern soon. Ilumen may not be known in this village, but previous experience has taught him that not very many people like tieflings. A few glances at his direction were nearly enough to cause him to attack the nearest person and run, but Ilumen controls his actions, for now. Ilumen is thankful for the one blessing he had: there are no nearby spiders.

Ilumen does not have to look for the tavern for long; the town was not extremely large, probably a few buildings less than the town on the island. The building with a sign that read "The Frozen Ogre" stands nearby, causing Ilumen to internally give a sigh of relief. Ilumen had thought that he would cave and attack someone before finding it. Ilumen makes his way to the tavern, taking steps that are longer than usual in order to make it there faster. Ilumen makes haste to open the door the moment he reached it and, during his panic, accidentally closes the door behind him much more roughly than intended. He winces slightly at the sound it makes, hoping that he didn't just attract the attention he hates.