The dock at Merlin Town is not a magnificent stone-built port, just a few rough wooden walkways extending into the river.
The heavy fir planks creak and sway in the water, covered in slippery green moss.
The supporting wooden piles are driven deep into the river mud, enveloped in barnacles and streaks of stains left by the rising and falling water levels.
Usually, this small dock is rarely visited, often only wild birds land.
If you want someone to help load and unload goods, you have to hire them temporarily from nearby villages.
However, at this moment, after the call that the ship has arrived, not only refugees but also townspeople wearing mismatched linen shirts and thin wool garments rushed over.
Refugees cursed, "It's not even your ship, what are you pushing for?"
Yet, the crowd still surged towards the dock, even unintentionally pushing a dozen people into the river.
It wasn't until a few Night Watchers emerged from the court that order was maintained.
