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The cool sea breeze swept across the bow of The Amroth. It was a hot day, and Imrahil was thankful for the brief respite against the heinous heat of The South. Imrahil was sailing to meet his good frind Prince Yin, as well as to further nail down details of Lu Yin and Travian's wedding. Travian himself appeared at Imrahil's elbow, gazing dreamily off into the horizon.

"We're almost there, Imrahil."

"Indeed. Yin said he'd meet us at the docks." 