By morning, their ship had seen better days. Even now, an eerie feeling crept up their backs as they came upon fog, the crew watched as their ship pierced like a knife through a fog so overbearing, they might wish to collapse and let it consume them. The amount of it was always such a frustrating thing, yet the thirst for ale was much stronger than fear of the unknown.
A round of smiles broke through the solemn, sad surface of their expressions when they heard the shout from above. They had arrived, and the fog hugging the ship so tight had fallen away to welcome the sailors to the summer's morning sunshine. Though despite they had spent many mornings under a ruthless ocean sun, something about it this time seemed peculiarly gleeful. Their troubles had disappeared, and the taste for great, Asgarnian ale was ever stronger.
For now, they had arrived at the Port of Sarim. Hi, I'm Dan.
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