(Do you mind if I create a character who might interact with him?)(Woot woot more Fitzpatrick)
The brig was an unassuming but serviceable ship; her masts were sturdy and sails new. Not one would suspect that she would soon carry cargo of great importance, such as the wyvern boy— and Pinchbeck.
Sunset had fully claimed the skies by the time Fitz reached the port, hooves clicking along the dock boards. Pulling his coat tighter against his shoulders —as the sea breezes were quite cool— he slowed to assess the brig.
He knew enough of ships to sound clever and well-versed in conversation, and that was sufficient for him. And now he could tell that the brig would take them to Undermine with little trouble, weather permitting.
The corners of his mouth tugged downwards; the prospect of having to ride on that ship, with the wyvern, to Undermine of all places, was most unpleasant, but he was trusted by the King and his officials, and Fitz took pride in that. To turn down such an offer would not benefit his image.
Mostly satisfied by the brig’s soundness, he returned to his carriage to begin the trip back to the compound, setting his mind to having the wyvern transported to the ship upon his arrival.