Narred's Landing could scarcely be considered a town, and is barely a port as well. There are but a few buildings in town, and all either in support of or patronized by the fisherman and sailors that dwell here. Soon their travels will slow as winter sets in. The air is crisp, the ground getting frosty and staying that way longer each day.
Old Aggie and his motley band of Scottish Highlanders are not allowed to stay in the town proper, though to be honest, it would be hard for the town and its small garrison to stop them should they decide to be less than hospitable. The McArdy clan are thick as thieves. To be sure they bicker and squabble as much as any large family might, but they pull together in the face of all strangers. A variety of people, in different walks of life, make up the cantankerous clan.
One morning the activity in the makeshift camp picks up more than usual, a ship has returned from its months long sojourn, and it is this ship that you have been waiting for. Once it has emptied its contents it will be making a short sojourn across the channel to spend its winter in dry dock and affect repairs. The ship would surely take on passengers in order to make a few more pennies after its year of service.
Old Aggie has gathered the able bodied men and women of the clan to meet the inspection of a much younger Magus who will bring the ideal crew with him on his important journey into Devon. Aggie's usually gray cheeks look rosy, and his long hooked nose drips in the cold morning air.
"Well lad!" he claps Acacius on the back. "Here they are! The cream of Clan McArdy."he says gesturing to them all. "God help you." he mumbles quietly at the motley group assembled before you.