"Haah… These are good winds. I enjoy this particular calm before the storm." The woman's voice, tinged with a hint of wistfulness, floated through the salty air. She sauntered towards you, her steps measured, her curly hair dancing in the breeze as if in sync with the waves below. You found yourselves drawn to the railing, where the vast expanse of the great lake stretched out before you, its depths holding secrets untold.

Her eyes glistened with a curious spark as she regarded you. Leaning against the weathered railing, she seemed to merge effortlessly with the backdrop of the bustling port.

"What brings you to the Marlin Port?" Her voice was husky, carrying a melody that seemed to echo the ebb and flow of the tides. "You don't look like you are from this district." she observed.