The prow of the ship rocked up and down as it cut through the waves. The wind that blew directly behind the ship aided it in making for port. The wind had stayed with them the entire journey, shortening it by at least a day. At the moment however, Aemon Stark's mind was far from the trip. Standing tall in the prow of the ship, his eyes stared directly ahead at the port where he would soon disembark. From that distance, the people were simply small dots that moved back and forth, but he could tell that a place was being prepared for them. Apparently the captain had sent one of his little messenger birds on ahead. Now there wouldn't be any delay while they waited for a place to dock. That was good, considering the amount of gold that Aemon had paid the man at the start of the trip. Almost every gold piece he had, and most of his silver, had gone into bribing the man to make the trip out this far without stopping. With the little he had left over, it would be enough for a meal or two. That would be his first priority upon reaching port, finding a simple way to earn a little money. Then, he could focus on the other reason he was there.

The boat docked swiftly, and soon the ramp was in place. Aemon was the first one off of the boat, not looking back. The trip had been pleasant in a way, but after many days of looking at exactly the same thing, it had become dreadfully dull. Stopping for a second, he looked around, wondering which way he should go. Taking a moment, he adjusted his cloak, regreting that he had been forced to leave his other one behind. This one was a simple one made of course wool. The other one, had been of a much finer weave and material. But then again, he would put up with what he must. Reaching down, he also adjusted his scabbard that hung at his left waist. It held a simple longsword. The weapon was as plain as the cloak, but he knew that it would last. With a small sigh, he continued walking. He had spent to much time living in luxury, it was time to get used to dealing with the road. Coming to another intersection, he looked down each of the paths before picking one. If this kept up, then he was going to get lost. Why did a city need so many roads? All they did was confuse people who had never been there before. With a small sigh, Aemon kept walking, he would get out of there eventually.

As he walked along the path that did not seem to have corse, he saw a man on the very end of his sight. It was the first person Alten had seen after getting off his sail for fun. He had gone on it just to have a nice time and relaz and he did so but when he got back to Lomedor he remembered that he did not know the path to the put he usually stays at from Port Adúnë. This was something compleatly new. He would always take the ship from the docks close to the pub/inn he stays at and he would know his way perfect from there but now he was lost and did not know where too go. Seeing so many roads leading no where important he eventually just gave up and kept walking and not he finally cought sight of a person that might be of help to him.

Alten started walking slightly faster but not running. It would be enough to catch up to the man after a few minutes went by. He fallowed the man as best he could till he finally cought up to the man. "Excuse me sir., May I bother you for simple directions as to how I can make it into the main part of Lomedor? Maybe Direct me to Lomedor Square? I mean not to bother you but you seem to be the only person here at the moment that is moving so far, everyone else just stops right around the area. Would youm ind to help?" Alten asked the mna hopping he might be help, unlike everyone else he seems to be the traveler and everyone else just seems to live in the area. Anyone that travels might know the place well enough for Alten to ask and get good directions into a part of the city that he knows.

Alten noticed that the man looked familiar yet he had never met the man before, still he got the feeling that he knew the man somehow. Maybe he was on the same ship as the man and didn't know it. Which could mean that he saw him at some point but it could have also been that they go out of different ships at the sme time and Alten saw him then, it was not something he was sure of but still an interesting thought that crossed Alten's mind as he waited to see if the man was going to help him or if the man himself knew anything about the paths that were lined up.

Calypso sat on a dock on the edge of the water, his feet playing in the cool ocean water. There was a fairly strong wind blowing, toying with his long scarf. Calypso was thinking, he had no money, and no job, he was cureently unemployed. Suddenly a ship came in sailing towards the port. Calypso picked himself up off the ground, examining the ship.

The large boat came into port and was quickly docked and people were coming out of it. One man stood out from the rest, the first one off the boat. He was an older man dressed in a ratty old cloak. His hair was a handsome golden color with streaks of gray in some places. His eyes were a golden-brown color and his left one had an interesting scar above it. The man had a longsword at his waste. He had a noble, majestic look about him.
He must have money!

Calypso approached the man, he looked busy, but Calypso always annoyed people somehow. The man was walking rather quickly, and he seemed to have no idea where he was going, making random turns in different directions, if it kept up they would both be lost, but Calypso quickly and silently followed.
Calypso was about to say, "Sir! You look like a busy man, but could I help you? You clearly don't know your way around this town." But a different man got to him first.

The other man was very strange, dressed all in black, with long black hair. He was very eerie, and Calypso fought creepy people and beasts for a living.
The person in black asked the other man for directions, and Calypso quickly ran to catch up.
"Can't you see this man clearly has no idea where he's going?" Calypso asked. "Why are you asking him where Lomedor Square is? He isn't even familiar with this town. But I am, perhaps I can... Help the both of you?"
Plus, I'm incredibly bored... He said to himself.

He ran to catch up to the two and quickly stepped infront of them. "So...?" He asked.

With a small sigh, Aemon realized that he was being followed. There had been no physical signs of it, but a small mental alarm was going off. That meant that whoever was following him was at least partially evil. That had been a trick learned in his first few years, being able to tell when a being of evil alignment came within a certain distance of himself. With another small sigh, he let his left hand take hold of the hilt of his long sword. As he walked, he checked to make sure that the blade would clear the sheath swiftly and easily. Still walking, he realized that the being was getting closer to him, which meant one of two things. Either the being was simply walking faster than he was and would soon pass him, or the being was trying to catch up to him. Whatever the reason, Aemon was in no mood to deal with this. Of course he would have to be followed the moment he finally arrived, it couldn't wait at least a day. Aemon contemplated turning around and facing this individual, but then a voice called out to him.

Stopping, Aemon spun around, pivoting on his right toe. This was done deliberately so that his blade would be further away from the person, giving him plenty of room to draw the weapon if the person closed swiftly. His gaze fixed on a man in black who was standing there behind him. As he listened to the man speak, Aemon relaxed slightly. Apparently the man simply wanted directions, but his training prevented him from relaxing completely. After all, that might be just what the man wanted. At the moment, his left hand was still on the hilt of his longsword, but in such a way that it simply appeared as though he was just resting it there. He was about to reply to the man when once again the choice was taken from him.

Another man came up to where the two of them were standing and proceeded to basically call the man in black a blind fool since he couldn't tell that Aemon also had no idea where he was going. At the man's offer, a small, amused smile came to his lips. Apparently Lomedor had it's share of opportunists always looking for a quick way to make some cash. Turning slightly so that he was facing between the two men, Aemon wondered why it appeared as though everything where happening to him that day. "And I suppose you will want some form of payment in return for your services as a guide?" In truth, Aemon admitted that he didn't know how to get out of the area. He knew how to get back to the docks, but that was only because he was good at remember the routes he had taken. Unless he wanted to spend the time it would take to learn the layout of the city, a guide would be incredibly useful.