The subtle blue skies above bring the promise of a dry day, only light clouds moving across the horizon. The smell of the ocean fills the air with the scent of salt, the water gently by the breeze.

You can see the dock approaching as the boat drifts into the coast of Fairwood, the various denizens going about their day. The boat comes to a stop next to a wooden platform. A man approaches and gestures to you.

Dock Keeper: "Fairwood dock. Local authority falls under the Council of Harvest Reeves. If you have goods to declare, speak to the reeves. If not, keep to the main road and stay clear of the ranger patrols in the woods."

The nation of Fairwood awaits. What do you do next?