The wind is softly blowing eastward, transporting the sounds of the ocean. The [i]Grey Swallow[/i], the brigantine you are aboard, is swiftly cutting the waves of the Stone Bay, its white sails open against the sky reddened by the dusk. Small flocks of seagulls drift lazily in the sky, adding their creaking voices to that of the waves. Port, you can see the grey mountains of the Horn, the rocky promontory north of King's Stone; starport, only endless sea. Astern, the chariot of the Sun is once again crossing the horizon, and bow lies the small, rocky island upon which King's Stone is built on. 

The crew of the Swallow is looking forward to the end of this smooth and uneventful journey. Relative relaxation reigns among the sailors, and the captain, whom introduced himself only as Lorenz, wearing an ornate read coat and a hat with a colorful feather, is at the helm. The crew begins to sing a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOvGowax8M8]song[/url], and a gust of wind suddendly makes the ship accelerate. The Swallow is a small but well-built ship, made by the shipwrights of the Colony: from here, you can see the Imperial flag flying from its tallest mast. At the moment it carries nothing in its hold, and thus is sailing even faster than it normally does. The captain himself is a man of few words, who offered to carry you to King's Stone for a little price. You are his only passengers, and have been sleeping in the crew's quarters for this week-long journey, which is now coming to its end.