Rhyfalim followed Kivuli and Zaraji down through the winding streets of Windhelm, and down towards the docks. Street urchins dashed back and forth, giggling as they ran about, no doubt sizing up the potential marks. Shrugging, Rhyf reached into his pouch, and tossed half a dozen gold pieces to the side, well out of the way, to appease the children.
"So," he said, "which of these... fine vessels will give us passage?" Rhyf asked, eyeing the rickety boats lined up along the docks.