The docks were filled with people though it seemed to Emmaline that they were largely idlers rather than interested in working. With the ships penned up by the sirens, loading had been completed. Even so there were plenty of sailors and off work stevedors with associated whores and street vendors. A few of the stevedores stood up and began to call to Emmaline asking about cargo. She ignored their calls, the Hammer was empty but she supposed that once Markus had found a chandlery there would be work loading cordage, spars and other supplies for the voyage.

The city had a strange grandeur once Emmaline wandered beyond the waterfront. It seemed oddly squashed against the cliffside though there were extensive tunnels and caves which had been squared off with masonry. Climbing upwards into what seemed to be a merchant's quarter. The shops here seemed to be largely wrought out of stone, timber evidently being in somewhat short supply, but it had been done with surpassing artistry. Emmaline suspected that the presence of so many dwarves had something to do with that. The stunted folk were certainly outnumbered by humans, but there were more dwarves here per capita than in Altdorf or anywhere else Emmaline had visited. There was even a modest temple that depicted a dwarf swinging a pick. The temple seemed to atract both human and dwarf worshipers, though judging by their fine clothes it seemed unlikely they were miners themselves.

"You can leave me alone," she told Halfdan who hulked along behind her like a muscular shadow. 

"That's not what the what the captain said," Halfdan grunted. Emmaline scowled but knew better than to bother argue with the big Norscan. Halfdan had a very simple view of the world and there was little point in arguing with him. Instead she turned into a brassware store and began muttering under her breath. Halfdan followed her in and then cursed, reaching for his sword in shock when he found that Emmaline had vanished. He raced the the back of the store despite the shouts of the owner to be careful but there was no sign of her. He stalked around for several more minutes before heading out to the street.

"Crazy foreigners," the shop keeper muttered as the Norscan finally left. A large mirror of polished silver suddenly rippled as a blond haired Imperial woman stepped from the metal as though emerging from a pool.

"Right?" she agreed, and then walked out of the store, leaving the storekeeper staring in shock after her.