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The main feature of the forgotten boatyard were the heavy wind lashed gates that stood tall and firmly closed , true the Aedile could peer through gaps in the woodwork and get glimpses of the old yard but as to getting inside the dockyard without a key was going to prove a problem for him. He might try and shin up the gates or follow the wooden fence around either left or right but simply walking through the barrier was not going to happen.

Old records in the Aediles office were useful but unfortunately they did not give any information on the key holder. However not all was lost to Eraisuithon the windswept end of the docks that held the mysteries of the abandoned boat yard was not somewhere where an elegantly dressed elf went unnoticed.

What yer want matey around here nuffin for you to see? was the gruff suspicious voice at his back .The owner of the voice was old, bald with a face that bore witness to eras spent in the open air. He was nut brown and with a face deeply furrowed by wrinkles and lines that spoke of his life like a relief map. The old man was wearing a leather jerkin down to his knees and solid much mended sea boots grey with salt. He held onto a pipe which was still alight and the hands were large and heavy scared with eras of hard work.