Arocraes grunted. "Where else would we go" he said in an aggressive whisper, as the voices from outside grew louder and they party drew near.
"Check this room" a distant voice ordered, when suddenly the heavy door swung open in full force, revealing the guard captain and a couple of his men. They paced around, moving objects surely searching for the whereabouts of Arocraes. Arocraes, however, clutched his katana while the bag of black iron was stowed away in the cargo area, likely in the middle of many other passengers' possessions.
"Like I said before, sir, a boy with tattoos and a katana did not board the ship" a familiar voice, that of one of the sailors, said to the captain. The guard captain grunted as his men left the room, shutting the door firmly behind them.