With the end of the day, you find all business that could be accomplished needs to wait until morning leaving you the rest of the night to unwind as you see fit.  After a few hours of drinking and conversing at the Bronze Boar, you all decide to retire to your individual rooms for the night in hopes of getting an early start tomorrow.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rose Click Here</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rose Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151949.new#new)<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael Click Here</div><div class="spoiler_body">Michael Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151952.new#new)<br/></div></div><br/>As the sun rises over the horizon, the first sounds of morning activities pulls you all from your slumber.  It is around eight in the morning by the time you all get up and moving, the sky promising a beautiful cloudless day of sailing.  The door to the mayor’s house is open, an open invitation that some people take as the occasional citizen or worker dips into the building for a few minutes to take care of whatever administrative business needs to be accomplished.  Meanwhile, the dockyard is once again bustling with activity as sailors and dock workers set about their individual tasks.  At the ramp of one ship is a man standing next to a sign advertising ferrying services.