The ship navigated the crowded docks in search of a quay at which to weigh anchor. Upon locationg a vacant berth a cry issued forth from its decks, spurring the sailors into a flurry of action. Sails were taken down; coils of rope unspooled and cast overboard to the grasping hands of dock workers. From the limmited view offered by the port hole, the procedings were spied by The Velicanstvo with mild interest. As the ship was secured and the boarding plank lowered into place, he made his way to the deck, the threefold 'tap-tap-clop' of his feet meeting the wooden boards followed by the steel tip of his metal cane mingled with the general sounds and shouts of the dock. A waft of fishmonger stalls, exotic spices and heady perfumes greeted The Velicanstvo. He turned to the wizened frame of Chekovst, who had taken it upon himself to manage the ship's inventory.<br/>"Chekovst, I am journeying into the town. I still want for a mask."<br/>"Yes, Velicanstvo. Take along some of the guard," replied Chekovst beckonning to the two men dressed in the steely grey surcoat of his father's guard.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Bolonyev</span>. No," reitterated The Velicanstvo, remembering his schooling. Foreign nations often found the slavic language distasteful, therefore his father had him taught to minimalise his accent from an early age. Though he would slip into his native tongue on occasion. "I will go alone."<br/>"As you wish."<br/><br/>He was glad to leave the ship, and more so to be away from his father. Since he was given the wooden box, his father would always level a stern stare at him, reminding him of his 'duty.' He did not like politics, nor the underhanded moves that countries used to resolve their disputes. Least of all he hated being used as tool; a card to be played from his father's hand.<br/><br/>He made his way through the dockside vendors, searching for the bazarre. He knew many merchants would have flocked to the city, all eager to grab their share of the local wealth. After requesting directions from a city guard, he made his way down one of the cities main streets that lead towards the markets. He had dismissed the armed escort as he sought for not only a mask, but for something more elicit.