Dida

Dida lowered her hood, looking around at the dock in the foggy night. It was... Ragged. Did the government not maintain public spaces? She could see the soldiers waiting at the end of it.

"Princess, you don't have to do this," The captain said.

"Of course I do," she said quietly. "They asked for help, and it's the only chance we have to find out what happened to the Draga," she added. She waited for the gangplank to be lowered and grabbed her bag, stepping down onto Ebouline's soil for the first time. The air was stagnant here, unfamiliar. There was no smell of spices, or laughter.