[Location] The White Isle Harbor (arriving PCs post here!)

[Markus Andres]

40th of Winter 512. Markus stepped off after the miniature Pycon and did his best not to step on the tiny creature. He was wearing his armour and his weapons. But all of it was secured. Markus threw a glance back at the boat. If he never stepped foot on a boat or ship again, it would be too soon. As he turned from the boat, his scowl turned into a wide smile. Incredible how the sight of a pretty woman could do that to a man. Then the woman surprised Markus. She spoke common to him. He had dreaded he would have to use Nira'lia as his personal interpreter in every day dealings. He hoped this ability to speak common extended beyond the welcoming committee. "Hello there, Markus Andres, Syliran Knight. I am travelling with her and the pycon." He said nodding towards Nira and Ball. "I will also be staying at the inn." He nodded politely to the woman and continued. Amazed by this haven of peace. The first peace he had known for a long while. He continued after the pair of travelling companions.

[Traverse]

The new White Isle Harbor Thread can be found here