A small galley sailed through the wet grey air of the Sea of Mists. Its black hull concealed a far darker purpose, but the manacles of the slaver ship were empty on this voyage. On this night it had a single passenger, left well alone by the terrified crew who counted down the minutes until they made port in Thetoria.
In a cramped cabin the air was sweet with the stench of putrification and death. Two corpses drained of their essences regarded the occupant of the cabin with their rictus leers.
Utrok slept fitfully, tormented by pain and malaise. He dreamed of dark things; he dreamed of vengeance.
He dreamed of Emelia.
The story continues in Darkness Rising Book 2 – Quest.