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"Thank you, Mister Reinard." Ryelle nodded and follow Tera out. The narrow passage was nearly pitch black, so she hurried to keep up with the other woman. The dark maze of streets was quiet, though the faint sound of festivities of some kinda could be heard coming from near the remains of the Bismarck. The silence of her escort was nearly stifling and the trio seemed to have the street to themselves, so she glanced back at Felix with curiosity.
"What happened to your ship?"
The ship rocked gently as is was tied to the dock and the gangplank was lowered. A pale hand pushed a heavy hood away from the face of a young woman. Her face was as pale as her hand, though color returned to her cheeks as she carefully came down the gangplank. Her heavy black cloak swirled around her as she descended uneasily. The cloak was cover in a tiny embroidered pattern of a silver gem crossed by a key and sword. Her blouse was embroidered with the same pattern around the hem and cuffs of her sleeves and the jet buttons which ran up it's length were emblazoned as well. Even her boots were engraved, leaving only her grey leggins unadorned by the crest. A raspberry colored curl fell into her eyes and she brushed it back into place as she reached the dock.
The pair of guards trailing her stopped at her side and a young boy in a uniform emblazoned with the same crest of the woman's cloak ran past to help unload bags. A few other passengers disembarked behind her. The young woman murmured pleasantries and nodded to a number of them, apologizing for being so unsocial while aboard. Someone could be heard arguing with one of the baggage boys. She turned to look and smiled at the familiar face with a small wave.
"What happened to your ship?"
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The ship rocked gently as is was tied to the dock and the gangplank was lowered. A pale hand pushed a heavy hood away from the face of a young woman. Her face was as pale as her hand, though color returned to her cheeks as she carefully came down the gangplank. Her heavy black cloak swirled around her as she descended uneasily. The cloak was cover in a tiny embroidered pattern of a silver gem crossed by a key and sword. Her blouse was embroidered with the same pattern around the hem and cuffs of her sleeves and the jet buttons which ran up it's length were emblazoned as well. Even her boots were engraved, leaving only her grey leggins unadorned by the crest. A raspberry colored curl fell into her eyes and she brushed it back into place as she reached the dock.
The pair of guards trailing her stopped at her side and a young boy in a uniform emblazoned with the same crest of the woman's cloak ran past to help unload bags. A few other passengers disembarked behind her. The young woman murmured pleasantries and nodded to a number of them, apologizing for being so unsocial while aboard. Someone could be heard arguing with one of the baggage boys. She turned to look and smiled at the familiar face with a small wave.