Traveling by ship has had it's moments, and one that will alwayss be remembered was when the lookout cried, "Land 'ho!". Several marks later and the harbor master had boarded and the ship had pulled into a berth at a not so busy harbor.
Disembarkment went without much trouble as everyone carried their luggage off board and qued at the guest registration desk where several young scantly clad wood elves stood playing music on various instruments or handing out flower necklaces and hair peices to all new comers to the Isle.
Soon the almond-skinned, doe-eyed youth looks at you and smiles, "Cormamin lindua ele lle." he says as he fondles the long plume of some exotic bird. "May I have your name for the record, and your business on the Isle."
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