In the sky above the tavern, stars were just beginning to emerge as the sun finally eased its way fully beneath the line of the earth. But in the distant horizon over the Sea of Gales, a darkness blacker than approaching night built. A cool, salty breeze full of ominous promise began to pick up and stir off the rolling waves of the sea, and the sound of the crashing surf drifted far in the twilight landscape above the shoreline. Far away over the roiling waters, the sky lit with the brilliant flash of forked lightning, casting the clouded heavens in momentary white flame and scattering shimmering reflection off the whitecaps and surf. Many seconds later, the rumbling boom of thunder rattled off the timbers that comprised the Seaside Tavern.
A squall looked to be moving in, and moving in fast.