Gokan listens to the captains announcement, a small bag of personal belongings slung over his shoulder, most of his stuff had already been moved onboard and probably to his cabin,
wherever that is he thought sardonically. For the fourth or fifth time he pulled his now slightly crumpled and tattered orders out of a pocket.
They were printed on paper, or at least, something that bore a notable resemblence to paper; a throwback to tradition and an added security measure, put it anywhere near a naked flame and it would combust almost instantly, irrevocably destroying the contents. The orders bore the symbol of military intel and were stamped with the seals of several of the larger civilian shipping authorities
Code:
Report to the Noldor for onsite training.
No details, nothing. Why was he being assigned to a civilian ship for training? Apart from a small nagging suspicion, it made no sense.
Sighing briefly, Gokan started looking for someone who would be at least able to tell him where his cabin was.