Kaelyn - The silver moon had cleared the clouds. The sea was still restless, but all the fighting had stopped. A little more than a dozen men lay dead or maimed on the planks of the heaving Breakwater. The captain was staring hard at Kaelyn. Blood at his feet, on his face and axe, and pouring out of the boy sprawled on the deck. Kaelyn felt his gorge rise and then night closed in and nothingness took him.

Dren -

Outside the town was starting to waken, boys urged herds of animals through the streets. Merchants set to getting their stalls ready for the day. Dren made his way along the main thoroughfare, trudging through the dusty street of this town along the outskirts of the desert. At the point where the main road widened in the center of the town, a throng had gathered. As Dren made his way past their backs he could hear them mutter… “What could do this to a body?” “Look at his eyes!” “Why?” Dren purposely ignored the group… he did not need to see again. He had seen it too many times. He knew there was more to come, further down the road, as there always was. He knew without looking the state of the body, and most likely the thief that it came from. It never took long, once they had it.

Sahira - 

Sahira followed the swirling robes of Grieln, afraid of making any more noise or disturbing the silence. She could tell by the flatness of her ears, Grieln was beyond the usual anger she dealt with when confronted by the problem that was Sahira. They ascended to the next hallway and then along that hall in silence to Grieln’s personal rooms. They did not enter through the chamber that took them to Grieln’s sparsely decorated sleeping and lounging rooms, with their thick rugs and stacks of books. Instead, they entered the other door. The one you went through when it was either a time of praise or punishment. The lintel was decorated with the same gold and black sigils decorating Grieln’s cloak. The door itself was ancient ironwood, impossibly thick and dark. The grain had a natural figure to it seeming to suggest the desert sun and wind-swept sand. However, today it appeared to have subtle faces that spoke of terror or grief…