"La Rivage" you mutter, overlooking the seaside town on your horse. You attempt to breath in some seaside air, only to have your lungs filled with the stench of rotting fish. "La Rivage." You repeat, this time accompanied by some choice words. You ride into the town, taking as little breaths as possible. The place is teeming with fishermen returning with their catches or displaying them for sale. You ride down the town's thoroughfare, your horse squelching through the mud all the way. You pass an inn, one of the only two story building in the town, you shrug, looking at your surroundings, it seems like the only habitable place.