Once the vrock was successfully bribed, the raft continues moving downstream, towards the city; much as they described it, it's a spiderweb-like nexus of several different rivers, leading to a massive lake at the center, where a 50-foot wide whirlpool lazily swirls, drawing the water down to another layer. They pole the raft up to a dock, designed to catch things from floating into the center lake, tying it off, Patrick making ready to head out into the city, while his partner keeps any eye on their goods. "Here we are, ma'am. You're welcome to look for us later, if you need anything. We'll probably be here three or four days, depending on how hard it is to get a ride back upriver. Until then, you can find us at the Iron Flagon, assuming the old place hasn't been burned down, yet."