RAIN.

The rain is coming down in buckets and the crew are having some small difficulty getting the ship loaded. The cargo you have managed to secure is a mixture of steel and copper (Prydian metal commands a good price and this has its paperwork to prove its place of origin) and a few cases of some rather delicious Prydian Brandy (about 95 proof) for a decent price from an Assembly minister looking to establish an export market for his private company. As you oversee the loading (and double checking your paperwork, to prevent you having to pay rather large re-evaluation fees) a grey horse pulling a grey coach driven by a grey coachman pulls up next to the boat and a man in a Prydian cloak and hat with a blue iron badge pinned to it steps out and up towards the boat.

"Stop 27, let me see. May I speak with the person in charge of this vessel?"