The ferry moved at a steady pace down the river, and with nothing demanding their attention, the group settled into the easy rhythm of people with time to fill.
The other passengers were a mixed sort. A few were clearly tourists, identifiable by two main factors. One was their levels, which were rather low, averaging below 20. Second was the fact they wore regular clothes, no armor or weapons visible.
Oh, and there was also the fact that they brought children. There was a family with two young children occupying the rear corner, the children periodically pressing their faces against the window glass to watch the riverbank pass.
A small cluster near the front of the upper deck looked like adventurers, equipped practically, talking amongst themselves in low voices.
The broad man from earlier, the one who had made the mistake of asking about Lena, had relocated slightly down the bench, which was understandable.
