>Exeunt the storage chamber.
>Assuming we are not stopped, proceed to the harbour we need to get to Isir's Cross. We can worry about mailing things once we learn sailing times.
>Having obtained what you came for, you follow the rabbit back out of the storeroom. Sachi closes the door behind you, then flicks the doorknob with her finger again; there is another faint clicking sound.
>"Good luck out there," she says with a jaunty grin as you bid her farewell and depart the guild.
>It is an appreciable walk to the riverside harbor, passing back through the busy commercial thoroughfare and then further south. For a while, the route is much the same as you would take to Kyouko's or the greenhouses you visited earlier, though it diverges after some time and crosses onto the other side of the river. The harbor, if one can rightly call it that, is much more diffuse than the one intended for airships; small groups of moorages and ancillary buildings are clustered along the riverside at intervals, and sometimes sparse ones, with stretches of residential development and other commercial enterprises filling the space in-between. If you had to guess, you'd say it was the legacy of older development, before the city had grown to fill all the spaces in-between. Or perhaps it is another demonstration of the interpolitical schisms that lead to duplications of other services; at least some harbourages fly House emblems openly, though you see none belonging to Scarlet along your course.
>The flow of vessels along the river is light but steady, the occasional ornate pleasurecraft sharing the waters with broader ships suited for transporting cargo, their hulls trimmed bright blue and green and other vibrant hues. A grey-haired figure breaks the surface of the water for just a moment, then dives back beneath with a loud splash, spraying water all across the dress of an unfortunate fairy who had been dangling her legs over the bank. There is a slightly baffled yelp.
>It takes a few moments to be sure you have the right place, so many other docks have you passed by now, but your memory of the library map holds true. The passanger port is a relatively modest affair, though still built with more genteel stylings than the industrial docks along the way. A broad flat building with sculpted cornices and smooth grey stone appears to serve as the terminal, while a pair of nearly identical boats are docked in the u-shaped moorages beside it - broad two-story vessels with canopy roofs and polished brass trim. A dozen or so people are moving about on the deck of one, while the other appears mostly empty at the moment. Several more moorages are unoccupied.
