Land. The galleon finally reached land, and none too soon. Most people don't tend to adjust well to their first time on board. Especially if they would have to be confined to a ship for the course of months. Veda Gurdiel was no exception, and the feeling of floors that don't wobble under one's feet would be welcomed by them like a long lost friend. However, as much as they wished to race off to the docks and start kissing the dirt, Veda felt obligated to write out some paragraphs for their morning journal first, standing among the hubbub of workers. Veda helped the Captain enough with bookkeeping that they are spared from such manual labor.
"I need as many volunteers as I can get to come to the barracks in one hour. It's the tallest building to the north."
Below the ship, a woman, presumably military, rallied for volunteers to come to the barracks. Mercenary work, likely. We do need a job, and it likely will involve more traveling than any other employment a mage could have. We must go there.Finishing their entry, Veda clasped their journal shut and disappeared back into their lodgings to gather what little belongings they had.
Veda quickly approached the passengers they were familiar to as they overheard them discussing the barracks. Veda did not talk much to the others during the voyage, owing to them staying inside writing and doing paperwork. The mage spoke timidly in a raspy voice incongruous with their appearance.
"We overheard that you were also going to the barracks."