Approaching the port was an experience unto itself. He had been unable to enjoy the sight of leaving his homeland behind, and watching as land slowly receded from vision. But now he could watch as it grew steadily bigger, as the gulls began swarming as though to guide them in. Other ships; some larger, some smaller; were manoeuvering to dock at Terlingua, and so bells were constantly ringing, and calls between sailors and ship were filling the air. They had not yet docked in port and already this sounds of this island was all around and constant. Théadan could only imagine what it would be like once they were on solid ground, and roaming the crowds. Sails were stowed to slow the pace of the ships into port, and flags wove to help give direction and order where voices were unable to travel.<br/><br/>Théadan could scarcely understand how Risho and his crew could make sense of it all, and yet they did with practiced ease. Bringing the Uttarana safely into the port for ropes to be slung to the piers, and the ship to be tied securely. The gangplank was laid for everyone to disembark, and their Captain was the first to do so. It was a Mes'Mo'Tanian that greeted him, but he spoke in tongue Théadan did not recognise, not until Navia pointed out he spoke Khluri. It was strange to hear the language with a Mes'Mo'Tanian accent, he supposed his attempts at speaking Khluri must have sounded quite similar to how this man spoke. Navia surmised many of the people on this island must know multiple languages, and that thought alone was relieviing for Théadan, but before he could express himself, the crew were looking to disembark, and Risho was encouraging them to do the same.<br/><br/>A smile spread across Théadan's features at Navia's offered hand, and he happily took it while answering, "The markets sound like a good idea to me." It was exciting to be amongst so many people again, to explore a new place and enjoy it with Navia. This would be a good diversion in their journey, Théadan was sure of it. He happily walked hand in hand with Navia off the boat and onto the dock, walking across the wooden pier, and on to the land itself. "It will put us right in the thick of the hustle and bustle, but after weeks stuck in bed, diving in headlong to all this is sounding so very appealing." The path before them led towards the town proper, a simple dirt path was there for carts carrying goods to be taken into the city. There was many travelling to and fro from the docks, pulled by mules. The path those walking to the city was cobbled though, with buildings not far off, and something of an exodus of people moving towards it with every boat that arrived in dock.<br/><br/>"Lets go." Théadan said with a small excited tug, wanting to see more of what this place had to offer. What people would they meet here? His thought briefly turned to the question she had asked as they walked up a slope towards the town. "For those who live here, and make their lives on this island, it must be important to know the languages of all who pass through." It was their living after all, and how better to make the most of your customers coin, than knowing how best to communicate with all they met? "There should be a number of people who speaks our languages, so hopefully I won't be quite so dependent on you to translate for me." He appreciated all her efforts to translate for him on the Uttarana, but Théadan was starting to long for a conversation with someone where he didn't need another person to help conduct it.