Chapter 266 - A Ticket of Turmoil (2/2)

Aegin contemplated for a moment before he nodded, ”I'll take one of my own”.

”Wonderful, of course, all meals are included, but any other facilities on board will have to be paid for in addition,” stated the Merchant.

Aegin nodded in acceptance. He wouldn't even need the meals, though he'd likely have to put in an appearance so that the crew didn't get restless. He inwardly cringed for his poor tastebuds.

Ticket in hand, Aegin was informed that the ship would be taking passengers in the afternoon, so he had several hours to wait.

He ended up wondering the docks, contemplating going to look for another set of clothes with his last three coins. He ended up buying a full set for one of them, thinking that the two left would surely be enough for whatever he may need on the other end of his trip.

It wasn't like when he was hunting, this observation was more of a change he felt in the Mist. He'd realised the night before that if the Priests could track him through the change he caused in the mist, perhaps he could track them the same way. These presences he sensed were not as obvious nor glaringly bright as the other priests, but they were still present. Aegin's eyes scoured the crowd, locking onto a group of the local church workers. They may have seemed as if they were going about a daily walk, but the way their eyes darted. Aegin had been scolded for such things on more than one occasion in his youth.

Aegin had no intention of running away. He was just an hour or so from leaving. Still, it would do no good to tell the priests where he was headed, even indirectly.

Looking around, Aegin spotted another, smaller passenger ship. He made his way for it without hesitation, joining a small group that were near the dock master there.

”Where is this ship headed?” Aegin asked when he reached the front.

”To Port Lutte, three days North,” said the dock master.

Aegin nodded, ”How much is a ticket?”

”80 silver,” the dock master stated.

A little steep for a three day journey on such a small ship, but Aegin wasn't about to complain. He handed over a gold coin and received his change and a ticket.

”We'll leave with the afternoon tide in a few hours, traveler,” the dock master smiled.

He scoffed at their amateurishness. Not obvious in the slightest.

Aegin risked letting his senses free for a moment, then headed for a nearby alley, the priests in subtle pursuit.