Water swishing against the side of the boat is what Zelrius slept and woke to every morning. The great ship landed amongst the sand and rocks of a shore, bordered only by trees as far to the left and right can see are just wood and foliage. The Fallien boy climbed down from the rope and got down into the sand. He was quickly followed by a small squadron of twenty Jya Keep soldiers. These soldiers were those Zelrius was more than familiar with, and he trusted these men with his life. And any amount of gold the boy would be receiving this time around. Borrowing, not receiving The boy corrected himself in his mind. A glance back up at the ship told the same story everytime Zelrius ever did it. There were five dark skinned men still aboard, staying to watch the ship and lower the rope when the boy returned. His mission today was to drop into the city of Underwood, somewhere within Concordia, meet a banker he had made contact with, borrow the allotted amount of money and then be out. Simple enough, Or so he hoped.