The crashing sound of waves against the rocky shoreline seemed to only emphasize the relief Rhoynar felt. He couldn't thank either party enough; knowing his closest family was safe pulled his spirits high. His gaze drifted to his companion as she stepped up to speak. He gave her a curt nod before turning to the two older men.

"Thank you, Tor, truly. Our ship leaves soon, so I'm afraid I must leave this with my father." He stepped aside to embrace the man he called father. They exchanged words in a tongue not native to Illium and parted ways. It would be a fair time before they arrived on the far shores of the Second East, it's sand shining white gold in the heat. The man began his route from the keep, maintaining gate with Illinfer. 

The walk took them through the square courtyard, walls thick with vines and flowers, bustling with his families staff. Outside beyond the courtyard stood the rest of Astipor. Markets and traders, blacksmiths and courtesans, the hustle and scampering of hundreds of feet. He barely spoke until the two of them reached the harbor market. 

"Wait here." He muttered, disappearing from sight for a moment. The air sat a strange mixture of freshly caught fish and the exotic spices from the East, mixing together into a picante musk. Traders shouted over the sounds of the crowd, over the crying of gulls, the breaking of waves. The shouts varied in language. Most appeared to the tongue of the nation they stood in now, but some showed signs of unfamiliarity to those who'd never set foot off their shores.

"Here." Rhoynar smiled, reappearing after only a brief few moments. He handed Illinfer a small fruit, bright orange in colour and no larger than her fist. Guiding them both towards their vessel, Rhoynar moved through the crowds until the sound of creaking wood danced before them. Tall sails waved in the wind, the dull ache of the wood felt strangely relaxing to the Knight. 

They were greeted older gentlemen whose age was creeping upon him. His beard and hair plagued with the grey of maturity, slowly consuming the last signs of his youth. He smiled and waved the two of them aboard.