Hargjorn nodded, and left the tavern. He headed down to the Windhelm docks, squinting in the afternoon sun as he adjusted his hat. When he arrived, he breathed deeply of the port air. If there was something to be said about the Windhelm docks, is that they were certainly impressive. They weren't a grand affair like the docks at Solitude, but what they lacked in scale, they made up for in practicality. The dock was long enough to hold about forty massive boats. Windhelm (much like Solitude) was a well-known trading port for Skyrim, since it's on the edge of Skyrim lands. Goods from Old Morrowing, Solstheim, and Black Marsh came through here on a regular basis.

Walking past the many boats, Hargjorn approached the single, large warehouse that sat across the road from the docks. A giant sign that read "Helgir and Sons Export House" was displayed prominently, and Hargjorn entered. He was in there for about an hour, before he came out, holding a lengthy cargo manifest filled out with goods bound for Necrom, in Morrowind. 

His ship, [i]Kynareth's Tear[/i], was tied down and anchored all the way at the end of the dock. 
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