Morning.
At Queen Island's harbour docks,
a squad of Silver Moon Elf guards passed by the two magic airships. It was clear they had paid special attention to the two vessels the previous night; Elven Guards had patrolled around them almost all night.
The Half-Elf crew members aboard the ships could not be bothered with them. After tidying up their things, they lay down in their cabins to rest...
No one knew better than they did what the Silver Moon Elf guards were usually like...
Now that they had come to someone else's turf, the Half-Elf guards knew to keep a low profile. At the very least, they could not cause trouble for Boss Roy.
Everyone knew that Boss Roy had come out this time to do business with the Silver Moon Elves and find a trade route for the abundant products of the Pattington Plane.
The Elven crew aboard the magic airships saw Boss Roy emerge from a building and head toward the docks along the main road.
Commander Berkeley had come alone to see him off. The two chatted as they walked, and both appeared to be in good spirits.
Silver Moon Elf guards constantly passed by on the road, but none of them saluted Roy or Commander Berkeley...
By the time Roy reached the docks, Commander Malthus had already sent someone to wait for him there.
The officer immediately approached Roy. Then two flatbed carts appeared behind him, loaded to the brim with supplies, all packed in Wooden Boxes.
The officer said only a few brief words to Roy before having the Wooden Boxes unloaded onto the dock beside the magic airships. Then he left with his men.
"Alright, the tide is coming in. It's time for you to board and set sail. Fair winds! Come visit