Fourthday, Thirdweek Eleasis, The Year of Lightning Storms (1374 DR)
Noon
A light breeze blows in from the sea, bringing with it the smell of the water, and the fish along the docks. Ahead, the empty warehouse. The sky is clear, with only a hint of clouds here and there.
Keen-eyed Zanas notices something before the rest of you...there appears to be an old sailor sitting with his back to the wall of the warehouse. For the moment, he seems to be simply napping, elbows on his knees, head lying upon his forearms.
Noon
A light breeze blows in from the sea, bringing with it the smell of the water, and the fish along the docks. Ahead, the empty warehouse. The sky is clear, with only a hint of clouds here and there.
Keen-eyed Zanas notices something before the rest of you...there appears to be an old sailor sitting with his back to the wall of the warehouse. For the moment, he seems to be simply napping, elbows on his knees, head lying upon his forearms.
