As the ferry docks at the landing, Warsh points up a hill. "That way."
Warsh then starts to tie the ferry raft down securely, keeping one eye on the sea. Enar with her background as a sailor can see that all of his talk of a storm wasn't a put on, the waves are rising.
Trees block the view of the village from the landing, so your first sight of it comes as you climb the wooded hill. It is underwhelming, little more than a collection of hovels, a barn, and a large centrally located fire pit. Dirty faces and wide eyes stare at you as you exit the rain soaked tree line, before turning away. A grinning girl with wild dirty hair and a pock-marked face runs up to you with obvious excitement.
"Who might ye be, Outsides?"