Inkormine slid on his tight dark green shirt, like the color of the fields he'd sometimes worked among, having finally recovered from the nausea that the people crewing this ship had called 'seasickness' when he had gotten aboard, settling the shirt down neatly, the short sleeves letting his guild mark show. The trip on the ship had taken a few days and he'd been a bit under the weather for most of it, but luckily now as they were approaching the harbor he was feeling better, so he could at least greet the city without feeling like throwing up.
He'd come out to this new continent to look into the West Fiore Trading Company that was headquartered out here on the new continent, apparently. Seemed odd to move off continent when your name was directly based on the continent of your origins, but then again they had apparently basically single-handedly paid for the exploration that had been done of the continent so far so they could apparently afford the change. This was something of an introduction to both the wider world of which his education was rather limited, and to one of the staunch allies of his new guild Silver Wolf.
But now it was time to go, leaving him to turn and walk over to the bed. He hadn't used it, too small and awkward, but he had been explicitly asked NOT to leave any webs or the like on the ship, so he'd been just sort of curling up on the floor with both the blanket and pillow being a pillow for his head. So the trip had been kind of not great, but it was only for a few days, and he could handle cramped spaces. He had pretty much repacked his backpack and travel bag already, beyond what he needed to finish fixing up his hair, then putting on both bags and walking out of the room onto the deck of the ship.
Inky quickly went up the wall a little way to get out of the way of a sailor rushing along the deck almost in front of the cabin he'd been in, then climbed up onto the cabin in the back of the ship where he would be out of the way, so he could watch the city rolling along the coast alongside the ship as they started pulling towards the harbor, resisting the annoyance as he heard the man on the guide-boat that had pulled alongside freaking out as he saw a giant spider scuttle on top of the cabin of the ship, quickly calmed down and explained at by the sailor talking to them to guide the ship towards the harbor.
Luckily there were no other incidents as the ship sailed into the harbor, slowly cruising along as Inkormine took in the sights of the city from off the shore, and the various vessels docked at the harbor, markedd with various seals, but the overwhelming majority bearing the crest of the West Fiore Trading Company, since they almost owned this city. Which was kind of part of why he'd come out here, he wanted to see what this city was like, run by this group of wealthy traders. Find out how they were. Were they in the majority, or the rare few that cared? But for right now, they were lowering the sails of their ship, ropes being flung across by more experienced folk who didn't bawk at him aboard the ship, pulling it in to its mooring and tying it off. Inky headed for the gangplank, thanking the ships captain for the trip, ignoring the rude tone of the captains response about how he seemed to think Inkormine was a slob who would have left excretions all over his cabin or the like. It was an independent ship, not affiliated with the WFTC or Silver Wolf, so there wasnt anything for it. Although he was getting awfully tired of the response of people out here among... well, everywhere but home and the Silver Wolf hall. At least now he was back on land, although he staggered a bit as soon as he left the ship, having to adjust to no longer constantly adjusting too the sway.
He'd come out to this new continent to look into the West Fiore Trading Company that was headquartered out here on the new continent, apparently. Seemed odd to move off continent when your name was directly based on the continent of your origins, but then again they had apparently basically single-handedly paid for the exploration that had been done of the continent so far so they could apparently afford the change. This was something of an introduction to both the wider world of which his education was rather limited, and to one of the staunch allies of his new guild Silver Wolf.
But now it was time to go, leaving him to turn and walk over to the bed. He hadn't used it, too small and awkward, but he had been explicitly asked NOT to leave any webs or the like on the ship, so he'd been just sort of curling up on the floor with both the blanket and pillow being a pillow for his head. So the trip had been kind of not great, but it was only for a few days, and he could handle cramped spaces. He had pretty much repacked his backpack and travel bag already, beyond what he needed to finish fixing up his hair, then putting on both bags and walking out of the room onto the deck of the ship.
Inky quickly went up the wall a little way to get out of the way of a sailor rushing along the deck almost in front of the cabin he'd been in, then climbed up onto the cabin in the back of the ship where he would be out of the way, so he could watch the city rolling along the coast alongside the ship as they started pulling towards the harbor, resisting the annoyance as he heard the man on the guide-boat that had pulled alongside freaking out as he saw a giant spider scuttle on top of the cabin of the ship, quickly calmed down and explained at by the sailor talking to them to guide the ship towards the harbor.
Luckily there were no other incidents as the ship sailed into the harbor, slowly cruising along as Inkormine took in the sights of the city from off the shore, and the various vessels docked at the harbor, markedd with various seals, but the overwhelming majority bearing the crest of the West Fiore Trading Company, since they almost owned this city. Which was kind of part of why he'd come out here, he wanted to see what this city was like, run by this group of wealthy traders. Find out how they were. Were they in the majority, or the rare few that cared? But for right now, they were lowering the sails of their ship, ropes being flung across by more experienced folk who didn't bawk at him aboard the ship, pulling it in to its mooring and tying it off. Inky headed for the gangplank, thanking the ships captain for the trip, ignoring the rude tone of the captains response about how he seemed to think Inkormine was a slob who would have left excretions all over his cabin or the like. It was an independent ship, not affiliated with the WFTC or Silver Wolf, so there wasnt anything for it. Although he was getting awfully tired of the response of people out here among... well, everywhere but home and the Silver Wolf hall. At least now he was back on land, although he staggered a bit as soon as he left the ship, having to adjust to no longer constantly adjusting too the sway.