A few minutes later, the group finds itself at the pier, joined by two ferrymen, one of which is vigurously shaking his head, while the other seems at least willing to listen.
“Can you imagine what happens, when the orcs see our approach and manage to knock over the boat somehow? The river will devour us with all it's foul breath. Nothing can survive in there. Ok, nothing except those weird frogs people are talking about. Sure, I could get you there, but I would rather hear, that you have the means to keep me and my boat save during the approach in some fashion. Of course, we could always land a quarter mile or so downriver, no problem.”