Large white sails stood out against the vibrant blue sky as a massive ship worked its way across the ocean. A tall thin man by the name of Trader Johann strolled across the deck. He sported a thick yet well-groomed silver beard and wore a turban upon his head. His nose and cheeks were covered with freckles and sunspots from the many years he spent traveling the open seas. Behind him walked an even taller man; his face still youthful and free of the sun's abuse. They both stopped at the railing and looked out over the endless waters.

"Aye son, this is exciting! With each trading expedition, we are venturing farther than any traders before us! Think of the new exotic goods we are going to procure for our people. They shall await our arrival to their ports with bated breath!"

"Indeed father, this is the first time I have ever accompanied you on trading business outside of the Archipelago. Whereabouts are we going?"

"Tis a place known as Reykjavik my dear Gersemi. We shall arrive well before sundown!"

As the seasoned tradesman had predicted, land came into view shortly after midday.

Upon reaching the docks, Trader Johann sent Gersemi into the market.

"See what goods are available will you son?"

"Aye father."

Gersemi ambled into the heart of the market. There were so many things he had never seen or could have possibly imagined before! Everywhere he looked, there were foreign devices, manuscripts, and trinkets. He could have spent many suns and moons exploring everything but there was no time to kindle the flame of curiosity that burned inside of him. With a final glance over his shoulder to his father who was still near the ship, Gersemi darted out of the market and towards the local mead hall.