<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1437.msg39162#msg39162">Quote from: Pixel on 09-08-2005, 09:30:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jess fishes out an appropriate tip, to which she gives the man. "merci m'sour" she says chipperly as she grabs her overnite bag and disembarks. She looks around herself without being obvious as she moves to the stairs and takes them up. Looking to see if and what kind of people may be around her at this point of time. Finally reaching the top of the stairs she looks in the general directions to see where most people may be gathering and if there is any sign of a hostel or hotel. She drinks in the sunshine, feeling it warm upon her skin as she walks to the bridge and peers over, trying to decide which direction she will go.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Crossing the bridge, the watercourse below murky and slightly smelly, Jessica notices that on most sides there are warehouses.  To the west, a long thin warehouse pokes out towards the ocean, and across the bridge to the northwest another larger one does the same.  In front of her a larger warehouse goes down the foot-street, and there is a person leaning against the middle doors, looking very 'guard-like'  Futher down the street to the south are more warehouses (the ones passed when being travelled here).  Across the bridge to the right, a wedge shaped building has numerous low windows, all grime covered, and a small hanging sign.  The words are weathered and obscured, but there is no mistaking the tipped tankard.  To the east, across the open channel, from the bridge you can see another wedge shaped building.<br/><br/>