The docks were crowded today like every day. Fishmongers were out early to get the best of the dawn catch and land bound sailors, short on gold were searching for ships in need of extra hands. Jobs were in short supply at this point in the season and the dockside inns’ prices were rising like a high tide. No one knew what was causing the exorbitant rates all over the country as far as Fourtrun and maybe beyond, but it was beggaring the lower middle class and starving those already poor.

Geoff skulked along behind his companion as they exited a ship via the gangplank. His brown eyes tried to bore holes into the wood beneath his feet as he dragged them along. “I told ya we should have got a couple of horses at one of the inland villages and followed the coast. You know I get sea sick easily, and news was that in cost an arm to by a foot square space for passage.â€