[h1][center]On the Way to the Knight Isles[/center][/h1]
[@Sol Grim][@Timemaster][@Fetzen]

The sea spray gently crashed over the [i]Ivalicia[/i] as seagulls cried out overhead, the ship rocked with the waves, and the sharp smell of fish and brim filled the nostrils. The sailors around them were diligent in their work, scrabbling up and down the mast and swabbing the deck, and all clearly excited. They would arrive into port the day after tomorrow.

Arthur spent a lot of time on deck, looking out over the sea, doing his daily meditations, and aiding in any of the sailor's medical needs. Yet every so often, he'd close himself into his cabin to pour over the dark mage's journal or Gwyn's journal when he could get his hands on it, seeking to find any clues from within.

On this particular day though, he was especially engrossed within his readings. His companions on the journey might check in on him or with each other or might talk more with the captain and crew.

[h1][center]The Knight Isles[/center][/h1]
[@The Muse]

The port city was as bustling as it always was, an ironic tragedy for what Nylah knew lay ahead. She really ought to seek out a bounty board to see who her next target should be, one with enough gold to cover what her employers expected from Dalious's bounty and from whatever this new bounty would be. But it was beautiful day. Could she perhaps forestall things for just one more day?
The port was as bustling as it ever was