You enter the Southwestern Crossroads of Greenport. Roads stretch north, east, and southwest. From the southwest, the wind carries the smell of salt and a rhythmic rushing noise. The crossroads are crowded with traffic ranging from horse-drawn wagons to pushcarts, carrying goods of all kinds. The Greenporter Inn stands here, as well as the King's Head tavern.
In the middle of the crossroads stands a signpost, telling travelers where each of the roads go. A flyer is tacked to it.
You reach the northern crossroads. The square is packed with shops of all kinds. Storefronts, open-air stalls, mats, rickety wooden staircases leading to upstairs windows - apparently Greenport's gotten busy lately. To the northeast and west are two gates - the west one appears to be a hole recently punched through Greenport's stone walls, which are in a noticeable state of disrepair. The one to the northeast is much older, and was properly built into the wall. Above it, a crown has been carved into the stone. Carts pass constantly through both of them.
A few shops catch your eye - an apothecary, a general store, a curiosity shop, and, for whatever reason, a man selling odd jellies (?) on his balcony. You're not sure why.
Geoff walks up to the guard station and greets the man inside.
"Ah, Jehann! How goes it? How's your mother?"
The guard inside looks up, and breaks into a grin.
"Geoff! What brings you here? Haven't seen you in a while."
"Leaving for Williamsdale. Got a few errands to run. Say, have you met boy here? He's going to be traveling with me. I daresay he might exceed my prowess one day."
The guard leans out of his booth. His eyes widen. He motions Geoff in closer, and the two of them engage in whispered debate. A paper is produced from Geoff's pocket, and slipped across to the guard, who looks up from the page to you, then back to the page. More whispers. The guard takes another look at you, then leans back into the guard station.
"Yes, I think... I think you might be right. One day."
"I'm glad you agree, Jehann."
Geoff looks back at you, and motions for you to follow.
You pass through the Queen's Gate and start the walk to Williamsburg. The road looks like it was paved, once, but now, the cobbles are patchy at best.
"I remember marching down these roads, long ago. They were some of the finest roads you would find anywhere in the world; ruler-straight, they were, boy. Paved with big, flat stones. Big, strong bridges too. Not much of the old roads left, now. The road to Williamsburg is one of the last, I think. Shame."
> Reveal the ticking time bomb to Geoff.
Geoff calls a stop, and the two of you sit down on the side of the road, eating quietly. You unfold the flyer and show it to Geoff.
"Hmm. Worrying. I suppose they must have produced those just recently. Although, I must say, the picture they have of you here isn't the best. More potato than prince, if I must be frank."
Geoff frowns. "Being in cities is going to be risky, boy. We can't risk you being recognized." He rummages through his pack and produces a green fabric package.
"Put this on. Maybe it'll keep people from recognizing you at a glance."
You got the green hooded cloak! You put it on your body. (+2 Stealth)
"We've got to go to Williamsburg to meet a friend of mine. A friend of yours too, though you may not have met just yet. You'll like him. I genuinely think you will."
Geoff begins to pack up.
"Any other questions, boy, or are we ready to proceed?"
The room you end up in is lit only by cracks in between the planks that make up the shed's thin walls. You've been here for what seems to be hours. Geoff begins to fidget quietly to himself.
"Come on, you fool, come on..."
The shed wall opposite you bows outward as Geoff leans on it.
"Absolutely despicable. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Where could he be?" Geoff's brow furrows. "Well, that's it. I'm not waiting for him any longer. I'm going to go out to Williamsburg and get myself a hot bath and a drink, and when I do find that wretched dolt, I'm going to slap him upside the head, see if I don't. Let's go. That old bugger can go bugger himself, as far as I'm concerned."
Geoff storms out of the rickety shed, dragging you behind him.
"I'm going into Williamsburg to sleep at the inn. You, well, you were supposed to sleep at my, hah, friend's house for the night, but since he never showed up, you'll just have to make your own arrangements, I suppose! Go sleep in a garbage pile, or somesuch! At least the rot will keep you warm! Hah!"
Geoff storms out towards the town's lights.
You are in a field. A shed is behind you. Williamsburg is to the north.