Faddenmerith felt a bit uneasy in the city. There were just too many people in too small a place. On that note, why would so many people want to live this close to each other? Again he touched the handle of the Scmitar he wore at his side, the generous folds of his robe hid most of the sword from sight and the hood hid most of his head and face.

As he closed in on the ship, a strange looking wooden building looking almost the same as the other ships in the harbour. A gnome, of all things, addressed him; asking him to give away his things.

"I have no goods to stowe away, I only have what I carry." Faddenmerith said and made his way past the creature.