Thread:Patrick.vtap/@comment-25356210-20160224205607/@comment-25356210-20160227191326

Waves steadily splash against the wooden hull, and the massive Rhunic sun bears down rays of heat constantly and tirelessly, making the eye water at the brilliance. Azruben stands at the tip of the ship and watches as a dry, reduish mountain comes into view. Finally, the ship makes it to land, and two two tie the ship to a wooden post of old, faded, red wood. As they continue down the dock, they are immediately met with exotic smells and wondrous sights of gold tinkers, bakers, meat sellers, and a constant, steady stream of all sorts of people. A group of three guards in golden armour meet them. "What business do you have here, Umbarans?"