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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ScorpiusRisk" data-source="post: 5201720" data-attributes="member: 41601">The crew grumbles through, one clearly taking insult to Hadrak's comment. The Warden shakes his head, and pulls up the head of his quote. He takes a position watching the horizon. People near by can hear him mutter something about "unfortunate interactions".In a few hours, the Isle of Opposition comes into view and everyone seems relieved. I's not long until the captain is steering the ship between the two henges. As you look up at the thousand foot cliffs you see the swirling mists topping each one, and know that one is your purpose. The ship heads into the docks of Fulcrum-sea, in a relatively casual manner. The sailors have clearly done this many times before. From here you can easily hear the sounds of the bustling population withing the fort, and see the path to Fulcrum-shore easily. In the distance of the island proper, you see smoke marking several small settlements. The gangplank is dropped rather unceremoniously, as angry glares invite you off the ship. The Warden draws his hood tightly and walks off onto the dock. As soon as other join him he speaks plainly."It's a bit of a walk to the portal. Crossing at night may draw attention. We should either find lodging in Fulcrum-shore or start part way up the path and make camp." He looks to the captain. "I have a feeling we will be less than welcome soon in Fulcrum-sea."</blockquote>