The town was very much a second home to Amal, at least in certain aspects. He had grown up in a port city, and though there was a massive reduction in dry heat and inland sand dunes, it had the same feeling as Al-Hiekk. The sense in the air that there was a potential for violence, but most people quelled their barbaric tendencies to make some coin and survive the harsh nature of the lands further inland. 

Amal flicked the gold florin expertly and caught it as they walked. Above the street were rafters where colorful plumed birds squawked and screamed. Some imitated the speech patterns of the men below, spouting out daily calls like "Get your fish here!" As the two walked, they first discussed what they wished to eat. Amal settled for a nice potato with all the trimmings, and he was surprised there was bacon available on the continent that, he should have guessed, was Lustria. 

Striding around the corner of the market, the docks were around 100 meters away. A small man with a monocle, wearing a handsome suit nearly bumped into Amal, who lithely leapt out of the fellow's way. He shook his curly haired head as if Amal have given an affront by even being near him. 

"I say dear fellow, excuse me. It's no good being rude. I say yes, I wouldn't be having such troubles had my retainers not been eaten by those savage beasts of the jungle! Dear goodness me, this last is primitive beyond measure. Hm yes mm, n-now excuse me I must make my way to the Destrier." He declared. 

"Destrier?" Amal mouthed. 

"Yes, I do say. The ship that will take me out of this Sigmar-forsaken place!" 

"Where is the Destrier going?" Emmaline pipped in. 

"Nordland, though it will make a stop at Marienburg I do believe." He said, seemingly confused on why he had stopped to speak to them. It seemed Asaph's compulsion enchantments still held strong on Emmaline. That or, this old fellow was a very talkative chap. "It leaves on the morrow if you care to join. Yes yes, goodbye!" He waddled away, and after a moment of silence the two laughed. "Well, it seems our luck is turning around." The Arabyan said. 

"Now for us to get some new clothes," The blonde woman added, pulling at the threads of her garment with a distaste. "And then after that a room." 

Amal perked up immediately. 
[@Penny]