Ruel is out in the southwest end of Kiraavi's domain when he gets word: A particularly vicious god-fight up north has resulted in the death of one of the combatants and the displacement of nearly his entire follower base. Kiraavi's nearby priests are scrambling to help them leave and find them temporary refuge, and others are consulting with various friendly gods to try to find them suitable places to settle in the long term, but handling so many refugees at once is going to strain even Kiraavi's network of contacts. Ruel, then, is tasked with continuing south and west, after dropping his current traveling companion off at her destination, to meet with the new gods there and see what sorts of new followers they might be interested in having sent their way.
Dozens of boats - houseboats and barges and rafts and canoes and suchlike - arranged around a row of piers. The piers seem to be exclusively for walking on, with all actual socialization and business conducted on the boats, and there's another little island with some of the piers terminating there rather than on the shore and a bit of settlement on the shore and the island both for, it appears, people too old or feeble to live on boats.
"Hello! I'm expecting a delivery by barge here in a few days; do you think you'll have enough people here to load it onto wagons for me or should I hire them elsewhere?"
"Of course I'll pay, thank you."
Next: up a tree with a spyglass to check for any towns closer than the one he has in mind, and off to look for wagoners to hire; he's back on the evening of the third day leading a small chain of them.
"I am! What are you asking to unload it?" He'll haggle them down a little, of course, and also pitch in himself if their methods don't seem too complicated.
Well, Ruel has no complaints either way. The wagons can be loaded, and then the dockworkers can be paid, with a tip for good service.
He'll stay with the wagons on the way to Kiraavi's new claim, which takes a few days; once there, he gives the contents of the wagons to Kiraavi as an offering (no need to unload, he can accept the supplies right where they are), pays the drivers, tops off his wallet, and makes his way to Honeyguide Harbor.
Honeyguide Harbor is a bustling city. It has a few canals and a lot of people and a great big temple with a suitably eye-catching sign reminding people that offerings can be dropped off on the front steps. There's a lighthouse and a shipyard and a paper mill and a textile mill and dormitory housing and rowhouses and a school and an every-day market square and a separate seafood-in-particular market and a few little shrines for offerings so people don't have to go out of their way to the big temple.