Town Docks

On the dawn of the fourth day, a pearl-white royal vessel approached the town docks.

You'd think that an elven royalty would travel on a man-of-war, or on at least a heavily armed galleon. This boat had four rows on each side and a small mast with a silver sail, gliding through the morning still. And there he was, in his silver armor and feathered helmet, a masterclass in smithing approaching the busy docks. He, a prince, was accompanied by a single human, a man laughing and gesturing something to a prince. You'd say they were close, or respect each other, but the human was confined with heavy chains, and the prince held the silver link on the chain's end.