A passenger ship stopped beside the dock, the same way as it did every time it had to dock here. It wasn't really eventful to most people, even those on the ship. Aaron Haralte, for example, only thought the ship's docking was significant because he happened to be aboard and was planning to leave at Imythess. The last land he'd gone to, Harth, was all but annhilated by an unstoppable beast and the death of its king, but Imythess gave him hope for something to do with the next century or so. It had been aeons since his birth in another world, and not even Aaron himself could really remember the details of his original purpose - only that he fulfilled it and turned his back on the mad plane that created him. In the meantime, he'd lost all his abilities except his genetic immortality, but that was no problem - he had but to learn new ones, and time was on his side.
"You getting off here?"
"Yeah. The bag of gold I gave you should cover the costs."
Aaron said nothing more, just walked off the ship, his robe luckily not catching on anything, his elven boots making littke noise on the ground below. Once more, he had a new land to play around in, and all the requirements to be a great wizard except actual knowledge of spells.