[Seabound Entrance] Quying Port

Whether or not Kiara made it off the ship was between her and the crew, but if she made it off she would be halted at the gates separating the docks from the rest of the City. Guards there would stop and ask for her travel papers.

Should she be caught by the crew, and any sort of scuffle ensue, it would attract the attention of the Marines patrolling the docks, consistently on the lookout for such altercations.

A dozen Quy Marines, the official armed force of the City, in comparison with the Guard, who merely defended and provided law and order to the city, stood at attention, each headed by a samurai of the Daimyo's personal guard. This standard was put in place for any visiting heads of state, or similarly important VIPs. They would wait perfectly still for the guests of honor to descend to the docks, where they would be led to the Throne Room of the Palace.

The Marines were a smart, professional looking group, well-built and universally tanned from so much time outside and in the sea. They took their job seriously, and no face showed a hint of emotion, each Marine present selected to serve a member of the Daimyo's personal Guard and provide Palace Security. Each Marine had a naginata held against the shoulder, a smaller katana sheathed at the hip. One marine in both groups held the flag of the City, while another held the personal banner of the samurai they were bound too.

The Samurais were a bit more distinctual, their armor more unique and personal heraldry emblazoned upon it. The Samurai waiting for the Rondi contingent had a vicious looking shark for his symbol, a strange one with a saw for the nose. His blade bore no sheath, and seemed to be the nose from the creature emblazoned on the flag. The other samurai, awaiting the Sakandi contingent, had a crashing wave as his symbol, and was a monster of a man, standing nearly a head taller than the average person standing about.

Manuel and Mireia Cordoba walked down the planks, a troop of servants behind them and the flag of Rondon waving with its golden flowers and emerald background. Lord Cordoba was dressed almost do dandy levels, his head back as he looked at the samurai who stood at his dock with all of his warriors around him.

"Lord Manuel Luis Joaquin Ernesto Cordoba," the man introduced himself, a hand with rings on every finger held to his chest. Then, he gestured to his dark-haired and dark-eyed daughter, who was openly and very curiously looking at the shark sword at the man's hip. "And I present, my daughter, Lady Mireia Luisa Joaquina Ernestina Isabel de Castro y Cordoba. We have come at the invitation of the Dahmeeyo."

The Samurai leading the contingent bowed low, the gesture simultaneously a respectful welcome and a signal to the Wave Warriors (Marines, name a wip) behind him to part ways and allow the group unimpeded access straight to the throne room of the Daimyo.

"Welcome Lord Manuel Luis Joaquin Ernesto Cordoba and Lady Mireia Luisa Joaquina Ernestina Isabel De Castro y Cordoba, to the City of Quying. On behalf of Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, Master of Waves, Scourge of Pirates, Enlightener of the People, I would escort you to his Throne Room, where he will receive you both."

The Samurai bowed once more, and led the party directly to the Throne Room, passing through the gates without stopping.

Jamil nodded his head to the behemoth of a samurai who announced where they would be going, and to follow them. The distinguished Sakandi man glanced back at the veiled lady, HER veils too thick to see much through them. Maybe such unspoken words were granted between them, but Jamil nodded his head to her as well, and they began to walk forward, shoulder-to-shoulder, behind the giant of a warrior.

Their retinue fell in behind, colorful and touched with gold, the emblem of Sakand on their breasts and waving in the breeze. Absently, Jamil looked across the piers they were on to see that the Rondi ships were receiving the same treatment as they were. He asked no questions, however, and would not, until they met with the Daimyo.

The Samurai of Akagi's personal Guard were as much diplomats as they were warriors, noticed for their feats in battles and selected for their minds. Such a question was perhaps insulting coming from a subject of Quying, but from a foreigner it was fine.

"The Daimyo of Quying is a Sailor at Heart, it is said by the people that the sea has replaced his blood, but such talk is, of course, fanciful. Indeed he his simply a Master at commanding ship's, able to sail fleets through weather that would wreck those under the command of lesser men. It was under his rule that the Wavewarden returned to us, a positive omen for his rule, long may it last."

Fol-lu appeared as nothing more than a travel-weary man, standing at about six feet tall with long dark hair. He wore a wide-brimmed farmer's hat made of woven bamboo that obscured his features for the most part, and his clothes seemed to be travel-worn as well, the linen cloth the clothing was made of having its dye faded in many places.

He had just disembarked from the merchant ship that he had traveled to the port aboard and would now make his way down the docks and into the city itself. His destination? The Temple of the Wavewarden. 

The ship Asger had taken of course brought him to the Port of Quying. The customs here seemed complicated, yet easy enough to get through. While talking to the border guard Asger stated, "I wish to do some extensive hiking while I am here. I have heard these lands are beautiful and wish to see much of the countryside." All Asger had for travel papers was a square piece of leather that had his name and tribal sigil etched to the face.