It was the middle of the day and Sigarmyth was bustling with hundreds of people and boats going every which way. Iris was at the docks contemplating if she should move her little boat to the less crowded side of the city, being woken by brawls and horns in the night was becoming more then annoying. But this was the side of the city where you could spot all the incoming ships, and she didn't want to miss the Musaeum, she had been waiting long enough. Also she had vaguely begun to get to know her neighbors, which was a feat in its self, as most people didn't stay living at the docks longer then a week. 

Iris had spent most of the morning fishing, and preparing said fish for breakfast. It was small and tasted like salty rubber, but that was typical for city fishing. If she had wanted something better, she would have had to buy it, or sail a few miles away from Sigarmyth, and give up her spot at the dock. So shitty fish it was, thank fully she has some stale crackers, and fresh water to was it down with.