The waves lash gently against the wooden posts, the water here has always been calm and passive, it seems to represent the people of this small town. The fishermen here are not boisterous, they are quiet, at least when it comes to sound. They'll talk your ear off if you let them, they have lots of stories to tell. The pier here is long, it extends at least forty feet into the ocean, many ships are anchored to it, many people traverse down it buying and selling their local catches.
Wharf, Port
a messenger
fisherman
This kingdom is an island. Fishing is the main source of animal food here. I inherited my father's boat when he left the sea. It's hard work, and as a shipowner, working only for myself and my family, I am luckier than most. I've probably replaced every piece of my ship at least once.
Hello messenger! Where are you headed? I must carry this message to the Grand Wizard!  It is the only way to stop the mage's war. Oh wow that is important. How long has the war been going on now? It has not yet begun, but it will if I cannot make it to the High Tower in time. I see do you need a ride in my ship? That would certainly be welcome, my lungs burn, and I fear I may perish before the message is delivered. Are you sick? Mostly just exhausted . . . I have been running so long that I have lost track of time. You have been running? Why don't you have a horse at least? The horse was vaporized in a flash of light - I began running and never looked back. Wow i have never heard of such a thing. Do you know what did this? A servant of the dark lord no doubt, or maybe one of the badger-cultists.  Either would stand to gain should I be stopped.