"Lower the sails! Prepare to dock!"
The huge sails slowly descended. Sailors cast the anchor into the sea, sending spray several meters into the air.
After a week at sea, the Second Legion of the Lordaeron City Guard arrived at Southshore.
Even before his ship docked, Garithos, commander of the City Guard, spotted the iron warships moored near the harbor.
These new Iron Warships from the Norwington Family of Kul Tiras were twice as long as the Lordaeron Royal Fleet's Medium Warships. Their sleek, all-metal hulls looked heavy and solid. The first impression they gave was simple: black and hard.
I need to give those old nobles a lesson when I get back and import a few Iron Battleships like these from Kul Tiras. Since the Silver Hand has already carved up nearly all authority over the ground forces, I might as well change strategy and turn my attention to the sea.
The ships docked, and the soldiers disembarked in their respective units. After roll call and an inventory of supplies and equipment in the open space by the harbor, they headed straight for Southshore's barracks.
Mayor Maleb had arrived at the harbor ahead of time to wait. Garithos was marshal of the Lordaeron City Guard. Whatever the circumstances, he could not afford to slight such a senior commander.
Wearing his usual genial smile, Mayor Maleb bowed to Garithos.
Garithos, however, made no response. He simply stared at Mayor Maleb without a word.
The atmosphere immediately grew awkward.
Mayor Maleb could tell that Garithos clearly had something against him. After years of serving in Southshore, he had at least that much discernment.
People rarely struck a smiling face. Swallowing his embarrassment, Mareb smiled and said, "A luncheon has been prepared at the Council Hall. Please join us, General."
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