>>5849152The ship docked early in the morning, it had been carried east thanks to a sudden rise in the wind, despite that. The man abroad was not not happy.
He sat inside, huddled up in a corner where he had covered himself in nearly every piece of clothing he had with him.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-b">‘’How I wish I was back in Castana again.’’</span></span> He thought as the captain informed him that he had reached his destination. Indeed, the cold gloomy north was no place for this man to be. A land of coldness, dourness and beer. No, he much rather preferred the warm vineyards of his homeland, so far away. But the pontiff had sent him on a mission, and he was going to finish it.
He stood up, put on a thick coat and walked to the door leading to the deck of the cog. The cold assaulted the part of his head that he had left exposed to the elements, but that mattered little now. <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-b">’’So this is Libau. The largest city in this land.’’</span></span>
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-b">’’It matters not, I have to go to the archiepiscopal palace immediately. The situation is worsening with each step the heathens take.’’</span></span>
