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Gilan planted his feet upon the dock and took in a deep breath of the salty air that was littered with the smog of the coals that ran the city’s industry. Before he could relax his stature from the deep sigh of respite, he was addressed by someone of the city. To the question, Gilan simply shook his head. “Not many aspirations. Mostly work, thank you. Where is an inn?” The seemingly absent-minded ranger responded without even making eye contact with the stranger. He simply scattered his gaze across the ports, taking in every bit of sensory information he could. The clangs of the anvils, the scents of fresh bread and charring seafood, it was all so much after being at sea for so long. He was ready to brave these newfound lands, and happy to begin his study of the place.