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Memories of Bordeleaux came into the mind of the Knight as the scent of sea water came to him. It was a distinct smell that rubbed against his throat with tang. The subtle smell of algae joined it as the always present water became a spawning pool for mold.
After what was weeks underneath the earth Lucian did not deny himself this grace. That he could see the sun dancing above his head was enough to brush away any foul emotions that grew from being in the sunless underearth.
His eyes looked upon the vessels that were scattered across the docks. They were all resting in the river basin which led to the proper sea. A weird place Lucian learned was both filled with salt water but also fresh water.
Underneath him he could feel the powerful steps of Nightshade. The beast just as happy as he is for being outside in the sunlight.
“That there!” Adok called out as he pointed a finger towards one of the vessels, “Saint Windel, they are the ones who will drop us off at Albion.”
Lucian’s eyes glanced upon it, focused on the numerous men working on the deck. All of them had beards but short hair, something that was extremely common among the Imperials he realized. In Bretonnia catching a man, let alone a noble, with a beard was impossible. Yet here in the Empire it was common for their kin.
They were just about to walk upon the docks when a pair of guards came up to them. In a practiced motion Lucian unbuckled the parchment from his belt and shined to the assembled swordsman the numerous documents that he carried about his waste. One from Bordeleaux, another from Bastonne, and a third from Karak Ziflin. The men looked at these documents then glanced at the massive monster that was the Kroxigor Bok.
Swordsman they were, the warriors backed away then, allowing the group through without saying a word.
Lucian saw Adok giving him a smile and the Knight had to share the same.
