The merchant ship from Pekal finally reached dry land after a couple of weeks of navigation. Esparam set a content foot on solid ground.
After departing Bet Rogala on his grandfather's quest and a couple of adventures including repelling a few goblins from farming villages, he had reached his home country's main port-city, Baneta, in order to travel south. The first ship to allow him to board was bound for Bet Urala, and that was fine for him.
The trip was uneventful, save for a couple of bad weather days. No pirate was seen, to the relief of the crew. While most of the cargo was not worth much, a couple of barrels contained spices that could get you a good fortune on the black market.
Standing at 5'11" and with a notably good posture compared to the rounded backs of some of the sailors, Esparam clearly looked like he had been at sea. His white robe with grey trim looked in need of a good wash in clear water to get rid of all the salt, and so did his chestnut hair, all over the place from the combination of water, salt and wind. The beard, that used to be neatly groomed, was in clear need of attention as well.
Backpack and crossbow strapped to his back, he knocks his wooden staff against the ground a couple of times, as if making sure he
was arrived.
Satisfied, he turned to the ship's captain overseeing the crew already unloading cargo, and waved a salute with a smile, in thanks.
Now, where could I get a good, well-deserved bath in this city, he thought to himself.
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OOC: map for convenience https://sites.google.com/site/kokrpg/home/sovereign-lands/regions/the-kalamaran-empire
Caladin, let me know if that should be days rather than weeks, as there is no scale to determine the distance