Snorting at the lack of response, the little goblin remarks dryly, 'Guess not, eh?' and then concentrates on getting the group to their chosen destination.
Slowly at first, the finely dressed hovering row boat began to float upwards, the group noticing that the sky had started clear as their investigation had proceeded. Now, the lasts wisps of the storm clouds coming off the down river ocean and being blow further upland.
Salt hung heavy upon the air, even at this height. The towers stretched up all around them, like victoriously thrust spears piercing the very sky in celebration to the wonder that was Sharn. Recently cleaned by the torrents of rain, the multitudes of stone, glass, wood, stucco, brick towers flashed bright in the sky of the sun, rising up from the group's left.
The goblin didn't go as high as he might've, quickly weaving his way in and out of the towers, slipping through narrow cracks and narrowly missing walkways only a span above or below the craft; but it seemed the little green skin knew his business well.
Bursting out of the upper wards, the city suddenly drops away at a steep angle, the outer towers perched precariously upon the rocky shore below and the veritable mountain of seaside stone that housed the cogs. All the way at the bottom, only crowds of packed ants at this point, were the denizens of the docks.
Spread west and south of the city, directly upon the waterfront, Cliffside was known in some circles as the Barnacle of Sharn, clinging to the underbelly and allowing all sorts of floatsm in.
Still, the view was amazing and everyone could trace the curing path of the dagger, shinning as it met with the dull ocean to the south.
Then, descending at a rapid pace, the group has the odd feeling of the world suddenly growing much larger around them as the true size perspective of the place makes itself clear; the massive undertaking that is the busy Sharn Port, as well as the thousands of folk who make their way through the narrow neighborhoods daily.
Without so much as a preamble, the Goblin landing directly in the middle of the bustle, dockside. Giving the group a sneer, they knew this was their stop.
ooc; sorry for the absence, thought you guys might want to interact... just an FYI, I'm on vacation from July 25-Aug9, so posting might halt or slow during that time. thanks.
