Prince Lothair Koenig was masquerading as a wealthy young man, with two bodyguards escorting him. It had given no rise to question, with the wealth of money he had, and the fine bred horses they rode. He was also going by the name of Drew, a fitting name for one of his status he thought, heading to the East to go Big Game hunting on a relatives estate. At least, that was the story he told those that asked.<br/><br/>Lothair – Drew, rather – and his two guards had arrived at Perrys Ferry the night before, though they had to share a room in the crowded Tavern. He had known his two guards for countless years and was not the least bit bothered by this, only pretending to be as would be fitting of a spoiled brat like hwas pretending to be.<br/><br/>It was the morning now, and the three of them sat at a table eating breakfast. “Mathias.” He says, turning to the more mysterious of the two guards. “Why don't you secure us passage on the next Ferry over. The Ferry is approaching this side already.” He motions out the window.