We were brought down from the ship for the first time in a year.
There were magic prevention chokers on our necks, and chains on our hands and feet.
It was night time.
The sky was covered in thick clouds.
It feels like it was going to rain, but people at the port continued their work without any indication of preparing for rain.
I could see the city across from the harbor warehouse, illuminated by a myriad of lights.
"Get on the wagon in a line. The men get in first. The women get on the wagon that's coming from behind."