Colin stood on the shore and stretched.
Since the ship had sailed south, they had all shed their thick winter clothes for lighter attire.
"We're finally back on shore," Orelia said cheerfully as she came down.
The Tiefling had been in high spirits ever since changing out of her heavy clothes.
After all, the little tail behind her had finally escaped its fate of being stuffed inside her pants. For the past two days, you could see it wagging back and forth like a puppy's, as if celebrating its newfound freedom.
The listless Orcs followed, trickling off the ship after them.
However, being back on shore seemed to lift the big fellows' spirits, at least a little.
Colin looked around.
The terrain around the port was very similar to the area around Flint Village, likely because the two locations were close to each other.
Additionally, there was a sizable carriage camp next to the port. The people there looked like a welcoming party.
