It was that time again when the town of Hargeon becomes so impossibly packed with people that it becomes a chore to move anywhere in the thick mess of bodies, this time seeming to originate from the docks - it seemed like some sort of event was going on and judging by this line it was from there. Emerick had only found his way to town a day earlier when this mass of a line became evident on the morning. These people seemed too consumed by the event and from where Emerick was sitting, he could get a good look at what was exactly going on. Shifting down from his high perhaps, he began to tabulate the data in his mind, coming to the conclusion that a boat from one of the nations outside of Fiore had arrived.
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