Eternity was very much a living world. She had lived for many, many years and had gone through many changes. The creatures that lived upon her had as well. They grew; they built cities and nations. They waged wars upon her surface, and from time to time they fell back into ruin before starting their cycle anew. And over time she consumed these ruins, providing fresh places to settle and new territories to explore. But it was not always fated that these ruins would vanish forever. Some she kept, merely hidden, buried beneath the surface for those brave enough to venture forward. Their secrets and knowledge held safe waiting new owners. Once brave enough to venture into the depths of Eternity. The ship ride was rough. Those that had traveled the seas before would note that the inner seas were much choppier and a rougher voyage for all. The crew as well seemed keenly aware, moods and tempers were short and morale seemed on the point of breaking the entire voyage. But mood and rough waters aside the voyage was uneventful and on the morning of the third day Silverkeep came into view. By the standards of cities it wasn't much to look it. Barely more than a village though surrounded by a solid wooden wall. The docks were sparse, only a handful of ships present, none looking like they were planning on staying beyond the few days needed to load and unload. The mood improved dramatically once the ship was moored and the gangplanks were locked into position. Once on steady ground again Master Griffith called the group together briefly. "You're free for the rest of the day," his voice was slightly gruff and seemed weathered by more age than his face suggests. "I've secured rooms at the Embarrassed Lute, I'd suggest you find them early because I plan to leave at dawn." He points towards the edge of town, "'The Temple,' it is simply called, will be our first destination. It is a tradition for new residents of Silverkeep to visit there first. Beyond that it will be a chance to make sure we have everything we need. I'm not here to play wet nurse to you, I expect you to be out front, sober, and ready to go at sunrise tomorrow." Indicating a man in his mid-twenties he continued, "Josh, see to the wagons and our gear. Make everything ready for the morning." Without pause he turns to a young woman, barely into her teens, "Remington, make sure the animals get settled then you are free to go about your business as well." With no further ado the man heads off towards the city, or what passes for it. It is currently just after the noon hour. Despite it's small size the city seems bustling as much as a much larger city would be. At the docks, sailors rush about, merchants haggle over voyage details, and new arrivals take their first look at the city. The air is hot and despite being at the water's edge there is a distinct dryness in the wind. Perhaps most unusual the shadows are almost non-existant, the Sun hanging almost directly overhead. Josh and Remington set about their assigned tasks, other passengers begin collecting their things and filtering into the city.