Tristan stood on the deck of the ship, his left foot on a small box before him, elbow resting on his raised knee and chin supported on his hand. Occasionally his index finger would move, smoothing his mustache down as the salty sea air ruffled his hair. Je n'en reviens pas... to be so far from Dalannor. On a clear day it is almost possible to see Ligoria from the castle and now here I am, approaching its harbor. He smiled to himself and straightened up. I suppose I must prepare the men to meet sa majesté la reine. He had heard a few stories of Queen Laythe Ralia, but it was idle gossip from bored noblemen and women who talked carelessly, ignoring the guards they walked past daily. He wondered if she really was seven feet tall in armor too heavy for most men, had slain her family and anyone that looked at her funny for that matter, and had all the patience of a hurricane. I suppose I'll find out.
He headed into the hold, gathered his things and put on the Ligorian armor he had been given, then strapped his sword to his waist and his shield to his back. "All right men. I know I shouldn't have to say this, but protocol demands it." He gave the gathered watchmen a small smile. Most smiled back, mainly because he was still a royal guardsman no matter what armor he was wearing, but some stayed stone-faced and impersonal. Good, that was what they were trained to do. "We are representing Dalannor here, so be on your best behavior for at least the first week. Assist the watch here however possible. No boozing, no whoring, no gambling... at least for the first week. We don't want people to think we came here to act unprofessionally."
Tristan folded his arms behind his back. "When we arrive, I'll try to secure an audience with the Queen. Lambert, Prideux, you two are to secure lodgings. Afterward, join the rest and get to know your fellow watchmen. Get familiar with the laws and streets. I'll repeat it one more time: remember, how we behave reflects on our entire country. I don't want an incident that could lower Dalannor's standing with Ligoria." A sailor came down and tapped him on the shoulder, letting him know they had pulled into port. "All right. First assignment: help these sailors unload the cargo, voudriez-vous avoir la bonté?"
Exiting the ship, he approached the harbormaster and raised a hand in greeting, unsure if he should greet him as they did in his home. "Salut. I am Tristan Winterbourne, an emissary from Dalannor. Can you tell me who I need to speak with to get an audience with the Queen?"
Ask the Harbormaster how to get an audience with the Queen, and also the fastest way to the castle.