As the wooden vessel almost collided with the planked dock branches and the passengers departed, Laurence almost stumbled over his own boots trying to steady himself against the wave of departees.
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He carefully pushed his spectacles up his nose, took a deep breath and practically marched towards the stone-set raised walls of the solid dockyard.
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Laurence tilted his head upwards slightly, taking in the sight of the clustered jetties just peaking over the stone walls that protected such a bustling port.
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No sooner had he looked back down, had a well-dressed Gentleman approached him, a welcoming smile plastered over his face.
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"Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
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"Hmm-?" Laurence was caught off by such a question, as his own reasons for being there other than, well, being there, weren't clear even to himself. His face twisted into one of deep perusal, hoping the Gentleman would remain patient while he developed a response.
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"Well... I suppose..." He started, choosing his words with the upmost precision and care. "I suppose I'm just here to help. Help wherever, whenever, whoever and however I can." He finished, grinning.
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And with that, he strolled off into the waves of people, becoming as indifferent as a drop in the ocean.
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