Matthew Phillips awoke in his cabin dazed and out of focus. After a minute of rejuvenation by stretching an yawning, he was ready as ever to begin the day. He clothed himself and put his black cloak over all of it. Walking from his small quarters to the small front room, he counted stock on his personal Shop Ship. What did he sell? Things people would buy, of course. He had much to offer in the way of potions and alchemy, but he reserved much of his storage for bait, arrows, armor, weapons, and a rather large sum of his magical knick-knacks. Everything in order, he untied the ropes keeping him docked and headed to the extremely cramped hull of this still tiny boat to feed coal to the steam engine that ran it. With plenty of time in the day ahead of him, he stood graciously at the tip of the boat, navigating it around the beaches and docks of RhyDin, and docking for customers time to time.