The young warlock made her way through the bustling crowd, catching small snips of conversations here and there, but never enough to form a big picture. Carefully weaving her way through the throng of people she headed towards the harbor master, slipping through knots of woman chattering loudly and carefully sidestepping several heavily armed and very eager young men rushing towards the ships with little regard for what, or who, might be between them and their destination.<br/><br/>Eventually she managed to disentangle herself from the crowd at the edge of the pier, just below where the Harbor Master stood, shouting orders. "Excuse me!" She called during a lull in the shouting, "What happened? Who are you rushing off to fight?"