"Here we are lil' gal, you wanted the closest city that'll lead to Extalia right?" The Ferryman grinned, resting his chin on the side of his spear.
The boat rocked slightly before sliding onto the beach. Raising his lantern, the mist began to disperse.
In the distance, the toll of a bell could be heard.
"Welcome to the Port City Nethril. They call this the last bastion of fools and dreamers. Those that descend from the south anyways."
He stabbed his spear into the sand and hopped off before gesturing for Alice to follow.
She peered past the retreating mist and saw jagged towers piercing towards the night sky. Flickering windows of orange hues while lanterns lined the streets.
Most of the city was veiled in fog so Alice couldn't make out the details.
With Alice now off the boat, The Ferryman prepared to leave.
"Ah, actually, is there a way for me to meet you again? In case I want to visit the places you mentioned." Alice asked.
