Fenrath sat on the prow of the small, one sailed vessel, that he had boarded as it sidled into the docks of a fair sized port city. In truth, he had not expected to find a city of any respectable size or repute, yet this one was said to be one of the largest trading centers this side of the ocean.
He did not turn around as the captain, a rather large and dangerous looking rat, walked up to him. "All right," he said through a mouth that had been broken repeatedly, "you gots 'ere, now gimme mah gold!" The rat placed a paw on the hilt of his cutlass, ready to cut Fenrath down if he tried to cheat him.
Fenrath felt a small smile play on his lips, these people were quite easy to deal with. He stood up and tossed a small bag over his shoulder. He did not say a word as he retrieved his things and left, no words were needed.
Fen looked over the city and reviewed his plans, adjusting the small bag over his shoulder, the wide brimmed hat on his head, and the thin dueling blade at his side. He needed to find an inn, he needed information on the country and nobility, and he needed to find a way to the capital. It seemed rather straightforward, but things rarely turn out to be as simple as they seem.
He kept this in mind as he entered a fairly inviting looking sailor's inn. The inside was very dark, not that it didn't have sufficient light, everything appeared to be made of a very dark wood. Running the place was perhaps the oddest pair he had ever seen. They were a pair of the most opposite otters ever, one short where the other was tall, one fat the other thin, one friendly to all while the other said not a word, and so on.
Fenrath chose a seat in the far corner, where he would have a good view of everything, and waited, paying close attention to everything that was going on around him.
(OOC: Ermagerd! Biggest post I've ever done! Also, I don't know if the capital has an actual name, could someone help with that?)