Landfall

The ship from Dohlghul was rough, though the vessel was calm and steady, the monotonous rocking left me sick and paralyzed below deck. I should have upgraded my passage ticket, but the inheritance the library used to sponsor me needs to last a long while. I landed by the powers at be only to be swept into a land of exotic origins. Elephants, turtles, felines walking bipedally! I had heard that the Secgen still existed, but to have such a developed culture is shocking at the very least. I will need to certainly keep a more open mind to the realm of possibilities on my journey.
 
My first encounter with a Feluhn as they are called, put me into some warm water. I simply asked if their accent was regionally specific or if the purring was genetic. In reflection, I find this line of questioning problematic, and will seek more appropriate ways to learn about the cultures I will experience in the future. After I had asked them, the Feluhn provided me with a name I only partially got (something to the effect of Farruh) because it was quickly followed by a string of curses and threats; half of which I could barely understand.
 
I found myself chased out of hte port before any information could be gleaned. What have I gotten myself into? I write this by the dying fire. I fear to stoke it more than a kindling flame, for the howls in the distance may find me an easy dinner.