Just outside Kings Court nothing could be seen of the trade scene that makes the port such a busy place of call. Instead the locals came to make a meagre living out of their local lake.
Tired and rickety-looking docks stretched out onto the Mer de la Luna like fingers clutching at a shimmering mirror. Small fishing boats sat side-by-side, tethered to the docks more out of habit than by need. The Lake was usually calm, especially here, in the docks.
The people that lived here were common, everyday workers. If they had been born in the grasslands, or anywhere else, then it is likely they would have been farmers, but no, they were born here, and so they were fishermen, and fiercely proud of it.
This pride flowed through most of the Wharf areas, almost like something tangible. So much so that newcomers and travelers often felt ill-at-ease under the fishermen's stoic glares.
The docks themselves were all but empty, though loud singing could be heard off in the distance from one of the "lesser" taverns.
A single old man sits at the end of one of the docks, a plume of smoke rising from a pipe clenched in his teeth.
"Just pull in here," Angelique told her brother, looking over her shoulders to make sure that they hadn't been followed "The Ealiel is down those docks. We'll need to hire an extra pair of hands though before we can leave. My previous crew I signed up for a single trip only. The tavern might be just the place to go look for that, plus we can catch up on some stories, eh? I want to know how you could be so stupid to end up at the hangman's nose."
They would need to get rid of the horse of course, which was a pity for it was a pretty little thing. The redhead slid off the animal and called to the old man "Do you happen to know somebody who will buy a horse?" Angel walked towards him with a winning smile "My brother and me are going to take a little trip and we sadly can't take it with us."