Gaulunaro, Maruri Port.
The man slowly walked along the dock and finally stopped in a corner, gazing at this still sleeping port.
The air was filled with damp mist, and the sea fog covered every inch of the port, making everything in sight blurry. Yet, despite this, one could still see the sharp, ferocious outlines peeking from behind the mist, arranged in a continuous line like mountain ranges.
Unlike Ingwig's Reindona Port, this place lacked that sense of foreign hustle and bustle. Instead, there was a pervasive air of grimness, something that the captains had already vaguely acknowledged among themselves.
"It's really cold, almost as if it's about to freeze."
Another man emerged from behind the fog, and from the vague shadows at the back, more people could be seen standing not far away.
"The mornings here have always been very cold."
