Every spring in Mitharia there are parades of the best ships, and you just couldn't pass by this spectacle. You stood on the promenade, where mythical creatures and people alike crowded together. The smell of the sea and fresh flowers was in the air, and the sunlight played on the waves, reflecting the splendor of the ships as they glided proudly through the water.

The crowd around you was full of life: the elves with their graceful gait, the draconians towering over everyone with their power, and even the orcs with their stern faces, appeased by the rare celebration. You could hear the delighted cheers and laughter of children who, like you, could not take their eyes off this beauty. Ships, each one a work of art, sailed by, and you watched their majestic sails and carved figures on their bows.

The crowd slowly dissipated, heading towards the fairgrounds where sailors offer unusual curiosities. Seizing the moment and taking advantage of the temporary pause, you run through the crowd to the dock to get a closer look at one of the ships. Running your hand over the sturdy rope holding the ship together, you feel its rough surface and the salty smell of the sea. "Majestic, isn't it? Only, the nymphs had stuck sea acorns on the bottom, thinking that beauty would save my ship." - A voice came from somewhere below, and as you lowered your gaze you saw a dwarf. Judging by his clothing he was part of this ship, and his height.... shipboy? Well, he can't be the captain. You smiled awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot, and didn't know what to say to him.