About

The harbor smells of salt and pine smoke. Your ship groans against the dock as the fog swallows the mast behind you. On the shore, a figure stands alone — still as carved stone, one hand resting on a blade at their hip. Their eyes find yours before you even step off the gangplank. Somewhere inland, a fire burns. A seer named Amahle has been waiting for this ship for years. The tribe's judgment falls at dawn — salvation or ruin. You don't know yet that the stranger on the dock was sent to kill you if the answer is the wrong one. You don't know that your crewman Daltrey is already planning to make sure it is.