Spring 70th, 513 AV.
The Nyka Docks
Titus stood on the dock. His chest clad in his leather armor, his lance resting against his hip. He was talking to the captain of the ship that was floating in the water next to him. "So all I have to do is help load the ship and help work when we've set sail and me and my friend can ride?" Titus asked. "That is correct" the captain said, nodding as he stood with his arms crossed. "Fair enough" Titus said nodding his head. "What needs to go on?" he added looking at the man. The Captain turned and pointed at a pile of crates and other things. Titus sighed, this would likely take him all day. He nodded and walked towards the crates and other items. He sighed and tried to wrap his arms around a rather large crate only to get blocked by his armor. "Petch" he moaned as he slid it off, he took off his shirt aswell and setting them next to his lance. He then grabbed the crate he was trying to lift it again, and carried it onto the ship.