she looked upon the man and chuckled "We'll then, my prince, may you have my blessing and wishes that you return unharmed." She looked at him then, her Brit blue eyes staring into his, before nodding and gesturing for her palanquin to move on, through the gates where Arvalian soldiers were marching out from in droves.
Ghemspey however remained, sat upon his horse he silently looked at the prince, and without so much an inclination or word spurred his horse to ride on through the gate to join with the rest of the convoy.
The Mythic sea.
Arvalian legend states that humans could tame the waters of the mythic sea to do their bidding as Elementals, these creatures were of solid water and could be as big as the islands that they were sent to devour, however whether this is fact or fiction has been debated for centuries by Arvalian scholars, but it was true that before the calamity that severed the Arvalian,s ties to magic and rendered them into their current state of industrialist domination.
Captain Robert needless to say was a superstitious man, more so now then ever, his meeting with the Ederians had solidified this fact, but such superstition was unsuitable for a captain of the Kings vessel, and thus he shoved the thoughts from his head promptly. The seas it would seem were getting even more rough by the day, bringing promises of storms to come, the ship however was ready, being repaired and restocked in Uthum they had set sail on the orders of General Havelock, once more on their discovery expedition, however the book was now in their grasp, and they at least had a map, their next destination however had a name "The Mythic isles."
"This should be interesting" The Captain mumbled to himself as the craggy rocks came out of the pre-storm fog.