*Well, I'm completely lost, but that's my own fault I suppose. Anyways, this is just a quick post to try and revive the thread.*
Tail
The trip across the Narrow Sea was fairly calm, for which I was glad. I had never been on the water before for that distance, and already some of the other Rangers were looking a little green. The horses behaved fairly well, though, contentedly chewing their hay in the hold of the ship.
We sailed into port the next day at La Rivage, a little seaside town on the coast of Gallica.
"Remember," Sorin said gruffly as we started to leave the ship, "keep your eyes and ears open. We're in hostile territory here and we don't need more trouble than is necessary."
"Apprentices, stick close with your masters," Al said, Hespher by his side.
I accordingly sidled closer to Hutch, excitement building. Everything here was so foreign!
"Where to first?" Taggart asked.
"Let's blend in with the locals. See what we can find out about this Muertre person. Rendezvous in two hours' time at that inn over there." Sorin pointed at a ramshackle building with a sign of a crowing rooster.
"Split up!" Hutch called, and I followed him as he disappeared through the crowd.
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