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<span class="mu-s">Sendag, 14th Day of Bacrimun, 883 A.C.E, Midday – Langlish Countryside</span>
You stir to the smell of cooking sausages, and are just about entirely awake by the time Mikail places a plate beside you.
<span class="mu-i">” Good morning, milord. Sorry if the skin on them sausages ‘s a bit burnt.”</span> You wave him off then frown as you bite into breakfast, realising the extent of the understatement. Your squire offers an apologetic grin. <span class="mu-i">“I been leavin’ a lot of the cookin to Orin lately. So, another day of walking ahead?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Actually...”</span> You look at Jess resting lazily in a tree above the camp, long thin legs dangling merrily from the branch as she basks in the sun. <span class="mu-i">“I think we’ve done what we set out to achieve.”</span>
<span class="mu-i"> “Oh. Ain’t that grand.”</span> Mikail seems nonplussed, but happy to hear the news all the same. <span class="mu-i">“So what now?”</span>
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I’m assuming you anons will want to head back to Capara but I’ll happily accept votes to the contrary that build up steam
>Pay a visit to the Order of the Trident. Representing Canton’s efforts at safeguarding against piracy, it is one of the few knightly orders with a permanent chapter house abroad. It’s also the only place you’re likely to encounter other Cantônians of noble blood. If you’re going to learn more about the realities of fighting at sea or what potential hazards await you on the next leg of the voyage, it will be there. [Haughty]
>You decide to wander about the Langlish town, this port Capara. This island was once marked the northernmost edge of the Cathagi Empire, a trading outpost for long centuries before Port Bounty was ever settled. Even down by the docks you can see that this is a melting pot of individuals and travellers from all over the known world just as much a Pascae, if not more so. There are sights to see, exotics to be beheld. Bravos duelling in the streets, courtesans with the airs of princesses, maybe a good cup of khave. You can be sure of one thing, you will not be bored. [Hearty]
>Spectate at the College of Admirals. The public debate appears to be well underway in the town plaza. You’ll be hard-pressed to understand a second word, and you doubt you will overhear anything of material interest to your Cantônian contacts. You’re intrigued at this system of governance, so to speak. But if nothing else, gaudily dressed foreigners shouting at one another should prove entertaining. [Idealist]
