Baraol Alsim ("B.A.") Halcyon stood at the stop of the gangplank as it lowered, shading his mildy sensitive eyes against the light of the sun. He nodded to the Captain before turning to start down the plank, eager to find a good tavern and a room for the night, one in which he wouldn't have to worry about<em>mal de mer</em>. From what little he had heard of Farport, it sounded like a most interesting town.