Dagon had walked into town on foot the previous night, sleeping near the palace gate. With some rags over his head to cover his head, most would have mistaken him for a common vagabond. He kept the rags on his head as he woke up and went into the castle. He stayed near the back, looking up at the images of the crystals. He put his right fist into his open left palm and bowed before the images, muttering a prayer as the king gave his opening speech. He felt bad about not listening, but piety took priority.
He managed to listen to the King give the instructions on what had to do, and Dagon gave a quick salute, sprinting off towards the shipyard. I shall board the ship and depart POSTHASTE! The fact that he didn't know where the ship was, who knew where to find it, or what the ship was even called didn't seem to faze him. He had an order to protect the crystals from the king! The gods would guide him to his destination!
He managed to listen to the King give the instructions on what had to do, and Dagon gave a quick salute, sprinting off towards the shipyard. I shall board the ship and depart POSTHASTE! The fact that he didn't know where the ship was, who knew where to find it, or what the ship was even called didn't seem to faze him. He had an order to protect the crystals from the king! The gods would guide him to his destination!