[center][B]*Meanwhile in Rothenburg*[/B][/center]
Kristof Grux & his small posse of four enforcers walked the streets of the easternmost shopping district of Rothenburg, making their way towards the docks. The guards walked in a tight box around Grux, with two behind & two in front, each armed with a steel mace, shields and some of the kingdoms most finely crafted armor. Only a handful of people could afford armor of this quality, and luckily these men worked directly for one of them. People filled the shopping districts, children in the streets playing while their parents shop for the day, it was a happy & lively seen. The fresh aroma of warm breads & cookies filled the commander’s nose as they walked by a family owned bakery.  The delightful sights and smells had Grux at ease, if not only for the moment. Walking closer to the docks now, they could hear many people shouting and creating a ruckus just out of sight. A number of scenarios crossed Grux’s mind as he and his rushed down the docks to a small gathering crowd of sailors and citizens. 

“What is the problem here folks?” the old commander said as he approached the crowd. The chatter and comotion ending when he approached was a normal part of Grux’s life.
“Commander… I think you should just see for yourself…” one of the sailors said, passing a small scope to Grux. Following everyone’s gaze, Grux looked at the island not far off in the distance, barely visible over the light fog and dim cloudy day lighting. Through the scope, he was taken aback by what he saw. In the distance, he could just make out the hind quarters of The Rancid Eel, sticking up out of the water, slowly sinking down to the deep. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach that the first hunt of the council’s new Guild was going to be a bust.
“Do any of you know if anyone got off that boat?!” The commander spoke with much more urgency, passing the scope over to his guard. 
“I saw some silhouettes in the water heading for shore but the fog and the distance made ti hard to tell, I’m not sure anyone made it to land.” The same sailor replied back.
“Alright, I need a boat and a capable captain to take me and my men over their for a rescue mission. There could be survivors on the island waiting on rescue.” The commander said with a reassuring and firm voice.
“Sir, excuse me for speaking out of turn, but we don’t know what sunk that ship. For all we know the monster is still out there, and is likely to sink any ship that goes out there.” A different sailor from the crowd spoke up this time, older and more worn down that the previous.
“This man is right. I am not forcing any going to force anyone here to help me. I am only asking for a captain with a ship capable of carrying me, my men, and any survivors we may find.” Grux explained to the crowd.
The first sailor spoke up again, raising his arm into the air swiftly “I’m your captain sir, I would be honored to help serve, Sir.” the man spoke, giving an attempt at a proper salute. 

Making their way down the docks, Grux, his new captain, and his four guards made their way to the man’s meager ship. It looked a capable & sturdy vessel though it lean on the slower side. With enough room for extra passengers above and below deck, the small crew of men prepared to set off. As he was about to step on the boat, Grux turned, looking around for a local patrol. Just as he expected, the southern dock patrol made their way up the docks towards his position. The guards changed their posture and attitude the moment they noticed just whose presence it was they were in. Of the three guards who approached, the center one carry only a broadsword, while the other two both carried short bows, loaded quivers, a sheathed shortsword, and a reinforced shield over the quiver.
Pointing to the center guard the commander spoke “I need you to run as fast you possibly can directly to the castle. You stop for no one and you will only speak to the king. If anyone asks you or stops you, you tell them you  are on my orders to talk only to the king. When you see him, tell him that the Rancid eel has been sunk and I am leading a search party for survivors. You tell him to begin planning a full on assault on that island. Do you understand me?” Grux spoke with such speed and urgency the guard just barely comprehended what he had said, only shaking his head to acknowledge his orders, quickly turning and darting back for the castle. 
“You two, help get that boat ready to sail, were setting off as soon as the captain says we are ready.” Grux commanded the other two guards. It only took moments for the crew of now eight men total to get the ship up and ready to go. 
“Commander Grux! We set sail for the island on your orders!” the captain shouted now ready to take hi ship out on the water. 
“Full sail ahead captain!” the commander roared, staring off into the distant dark island, becoming ever more cloaked in the setting sun.