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It had been a very trying day for Deidra and her faithful sidekick Sir Snackers. She had hoped the initial handling class would help her form some sort of bond with the surly fat hound that had started following her around Ynnis, but if anything he was perhaps more disgruntled. All she had done was try putting a lead on him, and he had promptly chomped it to shreds. The rest of the class was mostly spent ensuring he didn't swallow the thing or bite her hand off. Hound...

It felt like it took a small eternity for the ship to dock and be readied for the passengers to disembark. Deidra stood impatiently on the deck, a pack slung over one shoulder and her messenger bag across her chest. She was more than ready to leave the bobbing ship and seasickness behind her for safe solid ground. It was early morning when they had arrived, with fog still obscuring the town and docks, but as the sun rose higher she could make out the movement of peopl...