Kashek

It was three uneventful days before we came within sight of Kashek, and when we did, the sight that met our eyes was a horror. Three ships were pulled up and grounded on the sand bar, two of them smoldering, one still burning outright. A small fleet of miniature ships, Sendaru, the boats to carry the souls of the dead to deeper water, bobbed in the waves as they tried to catch the current. And a small sail boat, no more than a rowboat with a sail really, came out to meet us.

The young man who boarded the boat openly wore a pirate medallion. "Lord Captain, hear our tale, do not stop, but fly, fly fast and far as may be, for if ye be the brigand that they seek, they have beaten you here and seek to stall you in the bay. The black flag at the dock is but convenience."

So they had learned a few tricks from us I saw.

"In Doma's name I come, that you know this might be true and not spring traps set for you. He sends word that all is ready and that runners have been sent ahead protected by what Magika he still may cast."

It seemed that Doma's name was well known even here in the inner isles. "I thank you child."

He made no move to go. "Any else?"