[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

A young man seemingly peeled himself from the shadows of the dockmaster's office, his eyes staring intently at the royal seal. "Ye must be the regent then, my lord," he says, bowing slightly. "I have been waiting for a servant of the Queen to look for us." He stuck out a hand, calloused from ropes and labor on ships, but twisted his wrist slightly, revealing a peculiar tattoo on his wrist, one of three diamonds in an arrowhead pattern. "I'm First Mate Smith, of the Men of Fortune's Arrow." The name came easily off the young man's lips, but there was a glimmer in his eye that showed it may not be a true name at all.

"Am I to take it that you are looking for the Fleet, my lord? How may we serve the Crown on this day?"