Skippy watched as the Almerkians Territory appeared on the horizon and slowly became more detailed as they drifted closer. He was standing at the bow of the transport ship, waiting eagerly to step on land again. He had been traveling for nearly a month since leaving the Faeries Territory, but the memories were still fresh in his mind. His long bushy tail twitched as his excitement dissipated and he quickly became bored. With a sigh, he turned away from the sight of land and turned towards the rest of the ship.<br/><br/>Seeking company, Skippy skipped to a working cabin's boy who was scrubbing the deck. "Hello, I believe I know your name to be Jrael?"<br/><br/>The boy did not even look up at the Squirrel Anithrope, but concentrated on his work as if it were a difficult puzzle rather than simply scrubbing. As he spoke, he held the sponge over a nearby bucket and dunked it in the water a few times, "Yes, I go by Jrael, but I'm busy."<br/><br/>"I can see that, but I've grown weary of traveling and would simply like to tell you of my adventures. It's a very exciting story I can assure you!" Skippy said, growing excited at the prospect of telling someone else.<br/><br/>"Save it for someone who cares!" the cabin boy said, clearly annoyed.<br/><br/>Skippy looked hurt for a moment, then dived into the story anyway.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">A slender young woman walked through the streets of Methodin wearing a a simple cloak with the hood up as if avoiding unwanted attention. Most passersby payed her no mind.<br/><br/>The smell of salt and fish was strong in the air, as the fish vendors close to the shore were trying to sell the early morning catch. The woman, however, was not here for fish or for the other vendors selling things that were imported from far away lands. No, she was there for a more personal reason.<br/><br/>The woman stopped at an inn with a sign hanging above the door with a painting of a dove in flight. The door was plain aside from words painted in white that read: The Dove By Inn, in smaller letters: All are welcome. The woman glanced down both sides of the street before quickly entering, as if afraid she was being followed.<br/><br/>Before walking up to the man behind the bar to pay for a room, the young woman tugged on the hood of her cloak so that her face was hidden its depths. The inn was dimly lit through the windows so only a Vampire or Dwarf would be able to make out her features now. <br/><br/>The bar tender looked at her as if everyone wore a cloak in the same manner as she. "Hello, are you looking for a room?"<br/><br/>Without answering, she pulled her money pouch out of a pocket in her cloak and placed the gold on the counter.<br/><br/>The man's eyes widened. "That'll do for a week, meals included. I hope you'll enjoy your stay, stranger." He grinned eagerly as he picked up the gold piece and stashed it away. "You're more than welcome to stay longer if there's more where that came from!"<br/><br/>The cloaked woman turned away from the counter and moved to seat herself at an empty table.</span>