Candalor threw back his hood, as he sniffed in the salty morning breeze, and overlooked the docks of Targas with the golden orbs that made up his eyes. "What a lovely little place!" he said out loud to no one in particular. Not much of a sea man, Candalor would have considered any place lovely after this time. His long blond hair swayed as he took a step aside, allowing the half-bull to disembark the ship, if a ship is what you could call it. He frowned for a moment as he noticed the giant still had his armor on. One wrong sweep of the ship and to the bottom of the ocean he would go.<br/><br/>"So, good sir," the paladin asked the man that had the jolliest time sending him off. "So if I understand you correctly, The Pelican's Down is the place to be?" He looked out over the city as if he were to expect a big arrow appearing over one of the buildings with the text next to it: "This is the Pelican's Down." When that apparently did not happen, he gazed back at the ship's captain. "Admirable Captain, could you be so kind as to point a traveller in the right direction? I'm sure Pelor would shine his light on you until the end of time for helping out one of his kindred."