"I wish only passage for myself and my seven sworn warriors as well as my hound as far as Fair Harbor," said Yarsen to a sailor carrying a barrel onto the pier. "We carry our own provisions an are willing to pay in silver if needed."
The sailor paused for a few seconds examining the group in their fine blue cloaks and mirrored armor. "You are Yarsen king of Daros and guardian of Castel Fair Weather."
"Indeed, but that is a fact I would like few to know."
"Is it true you fought the Gaylords, and defeated them?"
"Yes. I smashed their host and bested their king at White Spring."
The sailor seemed intrigued, "we would be glad to have such a lord aboard our fine ship. Follow me." The sailor beckoned the down the pier. "May I ask the king what he learned from the Gaylords."
"I learned that the sword offers no mercy!" exclaimed the king.
"And what of their ways?" Asked the sailor as he eyed the young king.
Yarsen did not answer the sailor but turned to his loyal warriors. "Perhaps we need to find another means of passage."
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