Toroa Incursion#13 @Larsi
Night shrouded the docks in an inky cloak, shadows clinging like phantoms. As Jason and Juliet neared The Laughing Gull, a solitary figure sat beside the ship, his form merging with the obsidian canvas. The agents approached with measured steps, senses taut for any tremor in the stillness.
There was a subtle shift. The figure turned, acknowledging their presence without a word. The dim light danced across his face, revealing eyes keen as moonlight on still waters. In response to Jason's cryptic query, the figure inclined his head a fraction, a silent understanding imbued with a weight of trust.
Unbroken by sound, the figure rose, movements as fluid as a shadow stirred by a breath of wind. He beckoned them onward, a silent guide leading them into The Laughing Gull's shadowy maw. The ship creaked softly, a whisper of secrets shared among the timbers.
Descending into the ship's hidden depths, the figure spoke in a voice mirrored the ocean's calm rhythm. "Whispers Untold, seekers of truth. Sent by Seraphina, are you?"
He led them to a chamber below deck, where lantern light revealed figures shrouded in shadow. The air crackled with unspoken tales, an unseen tapestry woven with threads of wariness and intrigue.
The figure turned to Jason and Juliet, his gaze echoing the moonlit water. "Speak your purpose, seekers. The Rumbar Pirates are whispers on the wind, but to unearth their secrets, you must first bare your own. What quest compels you into the night's embrace?"