He got dressed in his ragged clothing and sighed. He missed Skymount. All his stuff was there, including cleaner clothes… or rather clothes that weren't rags. He was just checking the remnant of the money he had left and was about to move on to the mysterious letter Sea Crest had so 'thoughtfully' delivered when a knock came to the door. He opened it up to see a very happy and slightly breathless Jacques. His hat was askew and his cloak slightly damp from the morning drizzle that was falling from the sky.