Myth Maker 2.2: My Dearest Peg 1(DRAFT)

My Dearest Peg, June 18th (will be changed to local calendar in second draft)

Morning

I can't wait for this voyage to be concluded,  so that i can be back in Nemia with you. 

We are anchored in the Bay of Crystal. A long boat has been launched to seek docking permissions from the harbor master.  For all of the strangeness of Five Towers and it's outlying domains, Crystal Bay is one of the loveliest bodies of water one could ever see. Depending on the weather conditions and time of day it can be diamond bright, emerald green,  or at sunset a flashing ruby, Many praises to the Angels that they make it so. 

When the water  is still as glass, and the sun bares down from overhead you can see the spires of the ancient towers of the dawn men, which are so eerie in their dimension,  yet still perfect in their cupola of mother of pearl, tiles of emerald, and unsoiled gold. 

You would imagine with all the power in Five Towers that they would have been plundered by now, but the clarity of the water belies their true depth. 

Mid-morning

We have received docking permissions, so the anchor is set and besides a skeleton crew, we are heading into Port Town. Calling it a full town is a stretch of the imagination. It is mostly a cypress wood dock or series of docks extending over the shallows in which, with care, a fairly large ship can be docked. I am leaving that in the hands of the helmsmen, Sailor Rogers, while I and the bulk of the senior crewmen make for the shore.

Port Town is not really to my taste, and I hesitate to describe it to your sensitive ears. Lets just call it a sailor's town and have done with that portion. 

Beyond the docks which extend marvelously over the waters, there are warehouses, where goods like our shipments of iron ingots can be placed, for a fairly reasonable fee if you are part of a consortium, or a fairly outrageous fee if you are an independent merchant. As such large shipments, such as our own, tend to be handled by ships owned or tithing to the Merchant Princes of Five Towers, while smaller ships hold more specialized cargo, such as the gems it takes to power the Rune-Plate devices, or rare herbs for the many apothecaries that work from Five Towers. 

I promise you Peg I will not be tarrying here long. My plan, is to sign the short term leasing document at the Gold Coasters warehouse, owned by Prince Tindal whom I tithe to, and then to catch the first ferry up the Chanters Gate that doesn't look to be run by cut throat thieves. I will write again later tonight.

Evening. 
I have been invited by Prince Tindal to dine with him at his estate. This is an unexpected pleasure of course.  I sent my man Boswell to make arrangements to rent a house in the city, where we can stay for the duration of our business. 

I have never been to Prince Tindal's estate, but have passed by it when being poled into the city. I am both nervous and excited. 

Near Midnight
Peg, as you know in Nemia I am considered a wealthy ma, but just looking at the many delights and extravagances of the Tindal Estate (give the estate a proper name) make me feel a pauper. From this day forth, my view of what is true wealth has been transformed. I feel humbled.

I have just now arrived at the rented house. Boswell was waiting at the door with lantern with a Rune-Plate affixed to the base, that gave out a magnificent glow without fire within. It also had no heat, but this far south that is a blessing. It was an old lantern, by the standards of rune-plate lanterns, probably about 10 years old, as it had shutters to dim it rather than the ability to modulate the lights intensity. Those newer lamps require a bonded rod anyway, so they tend to be used by innkeepers or home owners, not in rental houses. My room is large, but smells a bit unlived in and musty. As long as the sheets re fresh though I will be content. 

I will write you more on the morrow. 
Best of love Peg

Cptn. Grimly