There remained 5 coins of Turanese denomination in the bottom of the torn bag, Mira held the true prize in her hands, the Gem itself, which would be valuable, if sold elsewhere.<br/><br/>The wharves are slowly pick up in traffic, with the most visible are a trio of very large men coming off a nearby merchant vessel, one that looks like it docked during the night.  The captain looks nervously at the backs of his last passengers, a large, bald Kushite Black dressed in a chain and weilding two battle axes made for smaller men, a slightly shorter, but long limbed Hyperborean with tawny hair and grey eyes, his broad sword and shield hanging loosely from straps on his back and waist, while the last is an oddity, a Stygian, his features handsome, regal and bitter, and wearing a mix of styles like his two companions, a corselet and war sword of seeming Nordheimer design and distinctly looking out of place.  All three also carry an assortment of back up weaponry, a short sword or two, an axe, daggers in their leather boots.<br/><br/>Various dockmen notice the two sets of what clearly look to be adventurers, especially seeing as all six tower over them, and they move away from them, trying not to cause trouble.