By the process of elimination, that small boat there must be The Moth. Smiling more to myself while watching the crew getting ready to cast off, and especially watching the woman there ordering everyone around. Watching the men continue their task of getting the boat ready, and making myself more then exposed for their scrutiny. A cloaked woman on the dock watching your actions is quite the sight after all.<br/><br/>Keeping up this form of entertainment for a while, before letting these sailors go about their business. I might as well go and see about procuring my own supplies for this journey. Walking off and away from the docks, and towards the town, in order to find the supply store. I have my own needs and desires on trips like these, and that means getting a healthy supply of jerky for my own enjoyment. Still quite enjoying this day and the the thought of seeing new lands and causing trouble for others. My tail happily twitching under my heavy cloak as I go about walking towards the town and getting those critical supplies.<br/><br/>