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- Vyrin & Womby
[Lum's Travel Guide] Kingsport (#1 in a series)
Never have two words given me such relief. Still clutching the railing over which I had been bent for much of the journey, I glanced up at the bearer of good tidings, to be met with a broad grin. "You get used to it." he added.
After making contact via a trusted intermediary, I had been able to negotiate passage from Novia to Kingsport with Kingsport’s "Import Company" - currently the unofficial and only avenue of commerce between the two islands. We arrived some time after midnight in great silence, and as the crew began to offload a large quantity of smuggled goods I proceeded to The Hearth of Britannia, where I could see a light still burning in the window.
The innkeeper was a jovial fellow named Abbott who it seemed was expecting me. "There is a spare bed for you upstairs. Breakfast is at sunup" he added.
The following morning after an uninspired breakfast of oats, I asked innkeeper Abbott for some local information. I was told that the town was suffering many troubles but was directed to the Lord Mayor or the guildmaster if I wanted to know more. On the way there I stopped at a number of stalls in the town square and chatted to some of the locals. The sight of boarded up buildings only added to the general air of gloom as they all recounted the same tale of economic depression.
Nahche the Farmer acknowledged the current difficulties, but when asked why he stayed, said "Kingsport is our home, Womby. The troubles of late have hurt our business, but it is still home."
After grabbing some supplies from the local vendors, I decided to skip talking to the town officials and headed across the bridge towards one of the two exits. I avoided the other exit, as it passed too close to an unexpected outpost of the Oracle. Something I have my own reasons for wishing to avoid.
I took one last look back at the mists rolling in from the sea, then turned and made my way through the strangely gate-less exit.
I wondered what adventures this island had in store for me.