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The young woman's emerald eyes gaze upon the man. A gentle smile graces her lips. Her innocence showing threw. Without question of the man's name she nods. "Of course! You look like someone in a tight spot and I am also in a tight spot! I missed my ship, you see."

The slave could see a light shift in his fortune. The young woman takes to his arm. She seemed dwarfed in size compared to him. The Metani female only came to the man's chest. Her cocoa color haired was in great contrast to his own. The female was nearly to trusting but she wasn't without her skill with the spear.

The female's scent of light perfume mixed with his own throwing off many dogs who would come to track him. It may fool the canines but it wouldn't fool a dragon. Unfortunately with the docks packed it was hard for such a large beast to navigate. The slave was smart. A man walking with a woman, disguised as a dock worker wouldn't raise any brows. They didn't look out of place and neither moved to quickly nor to slowly.

The two came to the ship. It was on the other side of the docks, just like the first mate had described. Once upon it, Mariam would make a deal with the Eldur captain. The captain wearing traditional black leather vest and matching cotton britches, with clashing tones of a silk red shirt and belt, seemed proud of his nation and seemed not to fall short on his abilities. With 4 gold each, the man accepted the two passengers with no questions asked.

As the ship departed, Mariam wrote in a small book. The leather bindings indicated she was writing in a journal of some sort. Her happy mood returning with every inch of distance the ship put between her and the 'Free City.'