The dock was alive with activity when Ferris's ferry arrived in the city of Taglas. Freighters were being unloaded, bringing the spices of distant lands to this trader hub. 'Such smells,' thought Ferris, his boots hitting the sturdy dock. 'This is why I'm here. The best of the seven lands gather here. Here my journey begins. Here I find my destiny.'
He set off to the heart of the city, his small pack to his shoulder. There was not much from his old life to bring to the city. A few clothes, trinkets and memories. The accumulation of his teenage years can all fit in a small bag. Ferris didn't know how to feel about that. Sad, because he hadn't amounted to much yet, or excited, for it meant the best years of his life still lay before him.
As he walked and took in the sights and smells of Taglas, a measure of anxiety grew in his heart. Ferris had always known he would do great things with his life though he was always lacking in direction. What great things would he do? How would he accomplish them? What should he do with his life? He had always taken it on faith that if he came to the city, his destiny would find him. Now he was here, he was unsure what to do next.
It was in this haze of indecision Ferris came upon a signpost with three directions. Ranger Barracks, Mana Row and Shiv Settlement.
Where would Ferris find his destiny?
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