A ship arrives at the docks, a very dirty and unkept ship. The dockboard slides down, it clanks loudly as it meets the edge of the dock.
The passengers all walk out and onto the dockboard, walking onto the docks and breathing their first breathes of foreign air, free from nobles and authority.
One of these, a bondsman from albaria, Serj ma Lieunspeth exits the ship. Carrying the very few things he owns on a bag strapped to his back. He looks into the morning sky, the sun shining brightly over the horizon.
He makes his way off and out of the harbour, walking to a sign with 'North - Trollsbane' imprinted upon its grainy makings. Serj grins to himself, not familiar with the common tongue, but enough to read signs.
He makes his way north, finally coming upon the southern gates of Trollsbane where he stops and grins once more, his black hair waving about slightly.
He makes his way towards the Well...
Another arrival..
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