Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200823224619

A few commands are shouted, and the two longships grow oars as their crew places them in the water. Slowly, both vessels heel to port, until they are perpendicular to the piers. The navigators perch themselves on the prows, measuring the depths and shouting them to the helmsmen, until the large vessels slowly ease up to the piers.

Crewmen throw the guy lines and pull the ships close. From the second ship, a plank is pushed to the pier, and a figure, clad in finery of northern design, makes his way down.

He pauses, looking about. The man's gaze passes over the dockworkers until he finds the one he believes to be the dockmaster. Without hesitation, he approaches.

"Good evening," he says, his accent thick. "I am Gustav of Eichlund, herald to his majesty King Einar of Gottlaw. With me is the party of his son, Prince Finn.  They are expected at the Wavedraw Concordance shortly.  Do we have your permission to dock and disembark?"

Dozens of eyes watch from the ships. Aside from some wrestling with the lines, everyone is awaiting word on whether or not to prepare for shore.