You slowly walk across the wooden planks that are on the dran docks, the surface is quite moist and slippery, yet you trek on. You had places to be, and beasts to slay, and then you coulr return to your peaceful world whenever you'd want.

You enter a canal system, seeing light flicker in the distance. A small fireplace, made by noone other than Leywise. This is gonna be one sticky conversation...

God forbid this awful weathe- ah- aha! Yoohoo! Traveler! It's me, your favorite royal scribe!

There it is, he's trying to crawl up your ass again. Ever since Leywise found out you're not from Losom, he's been begging to be taken with you, back to Earth.

Come on, come on! We have a lot to discuss! Are you departing soon? If yes I'm sure you wouldn't mind me tagging along, would you? I promise I will be at my best behaviour! I won't even bite anyone!... too hard...