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There are parchments hanging in a few docks at the mainland but far from all of the harbors. Some of the docks and harbors also have these parchments covered over with others, yet more appear to be recent, particularly those places with a convergence of refugee's from a small island that was named something like Gobiath.. or was it Gobaith?

The elfess whispers to someone not seen next to her in a tone obviously frustrated.

Taiah, our parchments are gone again!

Taking a clean parchment she writes in large, bold letters easily seen.

I am looking for Lieutenant Sean Snow, has anyone seen? He may just go by Sean Snow now.

There follows a lengthy description of the man then ....

If you see him, ask him to send a dove to Caiah, two silver for your trouble.

Another parchment in exaggerated cursive writing, lighter and more feminine in appearance can be seen next to the first.

Gyn.. we are fine and waiting for your dove.

Love,
Taiah

*Rubbing his chin a man wanders up looking inquisitively at all the letters. His armor seems to have had it's crest marred and under it a small flower is scratched into the metal crudely. Taking his hand he flicks his braided hair over his shoulder. Scratching his back. He smiles, A single silver fang affixed to his left canine glinting in the light.
Looking back to a few who gather behind him. "It's official. We're Home." As the group walks inward away from the docks, The man places his hand firmly on a another
man's shoulder. "c'mon We got some one te find. Les earn our keep. Then we can hit the taverns!" He says with the same broad grin. The man sighs, obviously tired from the
journey or perhaps the other man's company during the journey. Eventually he smiles and nods saying only, "Aye Commander."*

A small shabby and weather beaten fishing boat docks in the harbor, As a young well built man steps off the ship he looks up at the sun and blinking a few times and staggers around in a awkward manner as if expecting the solid ground to sway underneath his feet. regaining his balance he casts a sad longing look into the ocean before wiping his sleep deprived eyes and quietly whispering to himself.

"She must be here...she has to be."

After taking one look around the young man simply tosses his heavy torn black coat into the water the crest which none here would recognize on its left breast is the last thing the to disappear beneath the depths. feeling solid on his feet he takes a few determined steps thinking in his head where to start.

"I need to find a tavern.."

This seems to be the logical choice for the man as he sets off in a hurried pace straight past the Parchments which would have ended his search.

A strong, red colored lizard wearing the marks of a Grovestrider stands, looking longingly out at the ocean from his perch, high above. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is deafening, even from here. After a moment, he sighs and calls out.

"Ss'an, ready our supplies! We have to find our friends!
I just hope they made it..."

After a few moments, a much taller lizard, joins the other.

"The cart is ready"

"Good. Lets be on our way."

Within a moment, the two lizards are gone, with no signs of them having ever been there.