A ship to the empire

Jaegar leaned against the worn wooden bar, his calloused fingers wrapped around a tankard of ale.

The barmaid, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and greying hair, wiped down the counter nearby.

"Excuse me," Jaegar said, his voice low. "Could you tell me where exactly I am?"

The barmaid looked up, a hint of concern in her expression. "You're in Bordertown, young man. Right on the edge between Wrescia and Daikrimore. Folks 'round here call it the shoretown."

Jaegar nodded, absorbing the information. He took a sip of his ale, letting the bitter liquid coat his tongue as he considered his next question.

"What about the Empire? How far is it from here?"

The barmaid's eyebrows rose slightly. "The Empire? That's quite a journey, my friend. But if you're looking to get there, your best bet is by sea. Some ships leave from the port just east of town. They take both cargo and passengers."