The day was windy, as was often the case here on the shore. The skies above Ravenhome were a dark gray that threatened rain but so far existed in an uneasy truce with the town below. As was always the case, the air was filled with the smell of the ocean, though sometimes scents of food of many varieties would find its way through the streets. 

And in Ravenhome, three people have just become bound together by fate, or destiny, or perhaps something as simple as coincidence, these people have set out to investigate the wreck of an old cargo ship, and are going to find far more than they bargained for.