many of the ships have fled the harbour, fearing the battle to come. Look for a barque named the Elensil. She is mine in a sense. I entrust with her crew. Crescent City, the port they call the Thieves’ Kitchen, should be your first destination. After then, I cannot say…
I have divined the future for you and it is dark. There are, yet, some points of light; some gleams of hope, some stars to steer by.
For me, I go to prepare the Sanctuary for what is to come. Even if the grey legions of our enemies defile or tear down every other sacred place in this city, the Sanctuary shall stand.