The Felen Allied Forces have stocked up military supplies here in advance and transported them overnight to the City of Usmer. What does this imply? I don't need to say more, do I?"
"Tavelan can't hold. The safest way is to leave here. I have a merchant ship leaving tonight. It can fit more than a dozen people."
"Count me in, save me a spot."
"I need five spots."
"Save me eight, I want eight."
"There are too many people, we can't fit so many. The price is set at one hundred Gold Coins per person. We will safely take you to Samheer City in the Kingdom of Imbutu."
"How much? One hundred Gold Coins? Why don't you just rob us? Half a month ago, going to Samheer City cost at most three Gold Coins. At the highest, it didn't exceed five Gold Coins."
"Why didn't you go half a month ago? Ship prices change with current events. If you don't go, others will. Once you miss this ship, by the time we return, Tavelan may already be in Hell."
