Tis’ your average day in Ayrith. City folk up to their usual, loud buisness as bored guards secretly nap whilst leaning against the walls.
Within the Ayrith keep, Garias sits on his shining throne, head resting on his hand as his dull, smug looking advisor reads a scroll to him.
Suddenly, the front gates open up and guards salute a familiar figure. It’s the usual Ebongraspian diplomat. He brings news of a summit taking place at the Raven’s Perch, the seat of Ebongrasp.
‘‘Ah! An excuse to get out! Let me know when’s the summit, my good man.’’ Garias excitedly asks the diplomat to tell him the exact time of the summit.
His advisor sighs and leaves the room, shaking his head.
Upon recieving his answer, he rushes to the royal living quarters to get ready for the long trip ahead.
Three hours later, he arrives via carriage to the port town of Harboria. Just as watches the crew on his ship, ‘‘Motus’ Hand’’, unfold the sails, he is stopped by a good friend.
It’s Ghoth. Or as some call him, The Wayfarer.
Garias notices the excess of travelling equipment dangling off Ghoth’s garment.