Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-37523810-20190217034512

When they arrived, they were greeted by a small sloop at the docks, the flag of Zipangu waving next to the flag of Cyzure Isle. On deck was a young man tightening the ropes to the sails of the ship. He looked to be around twenty, though by his soft face he could’ve been younger.