The next evening, with the White Agate racing at full speed, the ship docked at Bansi Harbor ahead of schedule, even though it wasn't supposed to arrive until early morning.
On deck, Cyril stood at the back of the crowded line waiting to disembark, carrying a leather briefcase.
Before long, Elena and her family emerged from the cabin as well. They weren't carrying any luggage and seemed to be getting off just to look around.
Perhaps they also planned to try something different for dinner. He remembered that Bansi's specialty foods were famous, and that the island retained Elven customs, making it a perfect place for him to digest the Scribe Potion.
When Elena and her family noticed Cyril, they came over to greet him.
"Mr. Randolph, are you getting off to look around, too?"
Cyril smiled and shook his head. "No, this is my temporary destination. I'll stay here for a while, experience the local customs, and then head to the next island."
Peer, the youngest, pouted. "You're getting off already, Mr. Painter..."
"I was hoping you'd paint me one of those moving pictures you mentioned last night."
Cyril smiled. "Let's save that for next time we meet. Isn't life supposed to have something to look forward to?"
After spending a little time together the previous evening, the boy, who had just turned fifteen, had already become his friend—at least, one-sidedly.
Elena glanced around before looking at the briefcase in his hand.
"Mr. Randolph, is that all the luggage you brought? Aren't you taking your paintings and art supplies with you?"
Cyril thought for a moment, then came up with an excuse.
"They're too heavy. I'm going to find somewhere to stay on the island first, then hire someone to help move them."
"Besides, since the White Agate arrived