The longship pulled into port, and Eydis quickly allowed everyone to disembark. Many of the vikings were already describing the strange river-monsters to various dockworkers, while others went about checking the ship for signs of damage. Eydis, however, strode up to the adventurers as they gathered their bearings again, some of them undoubtedly happy to be standing on stable ground once more.
"Thank you again for your generosity, my friends," said Eydis. "And you were quite impressive in battle. I leave you with my blessing, and may Freyja bless you as well. My men and I will be in the city for a few days before we set sail for Baldur's Fjord again. If I can be of any service in the meantime, don't hesitate to ask."
She then waved them farewell before returning to her ship and passing out some kind of orders to her crew. The adventurers, however, headed away from the port to take a look around in the city...
Ingi disembarked with the rest of the crew, but as the adventurers walked off, he quickly caught up to Huo and gently took hold of his arm.
"Please, my friend, hold a moment," he said, a strange hint of desperation in his voice. "Come, I want to speak with you before you disappear in the city."
He motioned for Huo to follow him, and Ingi led the way several paces aside from any activity, in a corner of the docks with some crates. The viking then turned to face Huo again, and it was only now that Huo realized how pale the man looked.
"You cannot know how pleased I am to have found you," Ingi said. "I've searched for someone with the Gift for nearly all my life - I was told I was mad... But it's true. You have it, don't you? The Gift... Magic? Please - you can be honest with me. I'm on your side. You already know this."
Everyone came into the city proper, though Caiden silently hung a ways back, by himself. As they left behind from the various ships and river boats and those who fussed over them, they realized the grandeur of the city. All around them, the architecture was strikingly new Imperial, buildings made of stone and wood - but, occasionally, they could certainly make out the influence of Nordling culture. So it was true, then, that Rimegard was a blend of Achaean and Northerner... at least as well as any Imperial city could be, as some animosity undoubtedly still hung in the air.
Some commoners on the street saw a few of their number - namely Valya - and either turned around and took another street, or else gave them a wide berth. Local watchmen patrolled dutifully, keeping good order - and, naturally, eying a few of them with suspicion, though they seemed to be getting mixed signals, as they were traveling with Imperial officials. They would get no small amount of scrutiny here, they had no doubt.
But, regardless of any amount of scrutiny or suspicion, they were free to go wherever they pleased within the city - or to simply leave and continue on their journey.