Any visitor to Københovn should visit its massive docks district at least once. As an important port and center of commerce, merchant ships are always coming into dock with new exotic wares and spices. Many have set up shop in stands and tents right in the heart of the dock area, or more solid storefronts further in.

A walk around the docks will guarantee half a dozen merchants trying to attract your attention, and recruiters trying to recruit you for any of a dozen new adventures to strange locales, many of which will seem far less glamorous a few days in.

Ships are all over the docks, going practically anywhere you could possibly want to go, and many local ones are there as well, including a small but active fishing trade. Griffins and zebras and giraffes barely warrant a second look to the seasoned resident of the area.

Various inns and taverns are along the docks as well, though the more seasoned traveler may want to go a little further away from the docks, to avoid paying a premium for the rooms.

A fisherman with a large captains hat and an equally large mustache often runs a stand selling fish among the other stands here, when he isn't off for days on end on his boat restocking.

There is also a fairly large residential district right against the docks where many of the merchants that work there live. A small but snug cottage sits among them, of no possible interest except to the fisherman and to Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie Belle left her cottage. It was going to be fairly boring there for the next few days, as her father was out once again on his fishing boat, and she was home alone. She wandered the series of stalls along the docks looking for anything of interest, or anything she might be potentially good at, as she hadn't had much luck to that end as of yet.

--Sweetie Belle

Sadly, nothing much caught her attention. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for, really. Something to distract or divert herself with, she supposed, as she'd not made much in the way of friends in Københovn yet. That or something she was good at. Not today, though. She bought some groceries, and took the scenic route on the way home to her cottage. Perhaps tomorrow would be better.

--Sweetie Belle

It wasn't. She sat on one of the piers, and moodily kicked at the air. Perhaps the Docks weren't the right place for her. Perhaps Københovn wasn't, even.

Sighing, she pulled out a daisy sandwich and began munching on it, lost in thought.

--Sweetie Belle

Sweetie Belle packed her things up from her cottage and prepared to leave. It was getting clear that Københovn held nothing of interest to her. She had yet to make any friends, or go on any adventures, or even find her way to some sort of profitable trade.

There were plenty of ships here to all sorts of destinations here, and she'd saved up some money. She'd be sure to find one going someplace better.

Finishing packing, she left her cottage for what she intended to be the last time, and trotted out into the Docks district, looking for recruiters or ships leaving for other ports.

--Sweetie Belle

Sweetie Belle gave one brief look back at Københovn from onboard the ship she'd picked before it disembarked.

Goodbye to Københovn, and off to adventures in brand new places!

But first, she needed a nap. She headed below deck, and out of the scope of this RP group...

--Sweetie Belle