[Seabound Entrance] Quying Port

One of the more recent vessels containing visitors from other countries arrives in port and docks.  Amongst the crowd of tourists one in particular stood out.  Partly because she was tall enough to see over the heads of the crowd, but also because of her unusually tropical appearance and giddy attitude.  A young elven man accompanying her was carrying a massive suitcase.  Well, struggling to do so.  Eventually he lets out a sigh and drops it to the ground, dragging it behind.

"Gods almighty, Pheebs, what did you pack in this thing?  Rocks?"  He grunted as he tried to pull the suitcase.  The woman, distracted by the sights, looked back to the man.  She rushed over to him, a skip in her step.

"Hey, I packed only the essentials, Quince!  Whatever I needed to get by when we came here."  She said in a happy voice.  The man stopped and opened the suitcase, only to see smoothed stones lining the sides of the case.

"...you literally packed this thing with rocks."

"Polished collectible minerals, gosh get it right!  I can't live without them, after all."

"What did you plan to do with these things anyway?"

She shrugged.

"Ionno, I figured this place has something I can add to my collection!"

The man stood up and stretched his back.

"Fine, but you have to carry it.  I'm not lugging boulders around!"

The woman sighed and rolled her eyes.  With one hand she tossed the suitcase into the air and caught it between her arm and shoulder, holding it in the air with one hand.  The two eventually parted from the crowds, the woman keeping a faster pace as she eagerly went to each roadside stand to look at what they were selling.

"Maybe we should find an in first, Phoebe, to unpack and unwind?"

"Awwwwww, c'moooooooooon!  I want to sightsee!  I want to take in the culture, learn the history of the country, and buy cheaply-crafted trinkets!"

The woman snapped her fingers and turned to the man.

"Dang, knew I forgot something!"

"Don't worry, Pheebs, I made sure to keep them safe."

He pulled out the two pieces of papers for the two of them, one signed as Phoebe and the other as Quincy.

"No problem, sir, thank you."

Quincy bow and began to walk past. Phoebe followed, giving them a thumbs up and a wink, before they started to head towards a clothing shop.

"Alright, we should get you some proper attire. I saw people staring at you."

"Maybe they just liked what they saw?"

"That just makes me want to buy you even more clothing."

"OH! Can I get a kimono?! I want one of those shrine maiden outfits!"

"I....don't know if they carry those...."

(Keep RPing here or do I move to another place?)

It was dawn in Quying Port, the waters calm as a small and humble vessel glided through the early morning fog yet to be burnt away by the sun's rays. The air was cool and there was a light breeze. It was a peaceful morning, even in such a busy port such as Quying, at least relatively so. Even in this early hour a bustle could be heard from over the lapping of water over wooden hull as the ship approached. 

Sora was already wide awake, as he woke with the first light of the day, yet even in those peaceful waters there was a tension in him. He clutched the railing before him as he stood peering through the mists, his knuckles turning white. He feared and despised the ocean for what it did to him, to his family. It had taken quite a bit for him to board another boat to come to this place, yet Tawakoshi seemed to be too enticing for him to stay away. It reminded him of his old home, and perhaps gave him hope for a new start here. 

The boat would soon dock and what meager foreign passengers who traveled upon the humble merchant vessel were soon disembarking and lining up to have their travel papers examined by the guards. Sora sighed as he walked off the boat to start a new. He never thought that at the age of 16, he would be here starting over again in a familiar looking country, with unfamiliar faces. He knew not a single soul from Tawakoshi. 

When it was his turn to present his papers, he would step forward, presenting them immediately to whoever asked. He quite disliked this notion as he did so, being forced to wait in line behind these people he saw as below himself, and being required to present papers like all the rest. Still, he had no claim here, as he was from Katashima, not Tawakoshi. It was then that he thought of his daisho, a wakizashi and katana that hung at his hip as it had always since he became a samurai. 

In the eyes of these people he perhaps did not earn the right to wear those blades as a foreigner, he thought. Still, he would sooner die than have the dishonor of having his swords taken from him, the last remnants of his family were those ancestral blades.

Upon being stopped Sora would sigh, crossing his arms and staring at the guards as the poured over his papers. Did everything have to be harder than it should be? 

He would watch as the low-ranking samurai came over, though he was still surprised by the man's words. Sora's eyebrows would raise slightly when he mentioned the Daiymo. What could the Daiymo possibly want? If they had a problem with him wielding the weapons of the samurai class, as he had a right to, and that he knew they would most likely find issue with, they would have told him themselves here, wouldn't they. 

"Fine, lead the way," Sora said, somewhat annoyed but also curious. He would follow the guards to the Daiymo.

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The sailors and hands around the docks paid little heed to the pair of Katashimans. The guards at the gate would stop to examine their papers when they attempted to pass through, and so long as everything was in order and no magic was evident, they would have no problem getting through to the city.

(Apologies for the delays!)

The guard, and older, experienced man, handed them their papers back without a word until they had asked their question, he gestured to an ornate, yet tasteful looking temple along the waterfront.

"There is the Temple of the Wave Warden, dedicated to the Guardian of the Seas who ensures this city remains prosperous and not buried beneath the sea. The head priestess there is a good sort, if a little young. She'll be able to answer any further questions."

The darkened figured stepped off the ship that carried her, having paid the Captain a small purse of coins and a small word of thanks. For the entire trip, the traveler had said maybe three or four words to the crew aboard it, preferring to keep their distance and watch the coastline.

A small bag was held over the lean shoulder, thick, darkened scarves wrapped around the traveler's head and shoulders and upper torso, obscuring most signs of gender. Perhaps the TRULY keen would be able to tell, but the point was to blend in and not be noticed.

Weapons were not at first visible. It could be assumed that they were within the bag hung over the shoulder. The traveler made their way through the crowd, easing between the working bodies like water through stone until they came upon the checkpoint where papers would no doubt be requested.

Ever prepared, the traveler would hand them over. Her presence was perfectly legal, her methods, however...