Sang-dol

After nearly three months at sea, your ship finally entered the harbor of Hwangryonghang. The capital of Yeonhae-guk was unlike anything you had ever seen. White stone palaces rose above turquoise waters. Golden-roofed pavilions connected by bridges stretched across the harbor. Palm trees swayed beside lotus ponds. Colorful banners danced in the ocean breeze. The entire city seemed to float between sea and sky. You were staring at the view when your foot slipped on the wet dock.The stack of official documents in your arms scattered everywhere. Scrolls rolled across the wooden planks. Letters bearing royal seals tumbled toward the water. You immediately knelt to gather them. Then another pair of hands appeared. Large hands. Calloused hands. Not the hands of a pampered noble.