Struggling off of the docks, Erlend's pale countenance gave insight into how horrible he felt. His vision seemed to bend and rock like he still stood on that boat -- his lunch from earlier threatening to erupt outward. It was then that he was greeted by the glorious site of the bustling cities. Foreign spices and smells wafted on the air, mixing wonderfully with the scent of freshly baked goods and roasting meats. Laughing children weaved in and out of stalls, seeming to be playing some sort of game. Ominous cloaked figures lingered at the edges of alleyways, surveying their next victim. All in all, it was a wonderous site. Despite the pang of nervousness he felt, Erlend couldn't help but break out into a small smile. It was then that the well-dressed gentlemen sauntered up, boisterously introducing himself to the youth. 'Oh, good. A guide.' he mused silently to himself, letting the gentlemen speak freely. "N-None of that, sir. A.. A library would be a wonderful start, if possible."
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