Profundum Navy Dockyards

"Oh wow...I'll buy this!" Having lived most of his life in the relatively honest Sanctuary City, Silva could not have possibly realized how badly he was being swindled. Holding up a large reflective disc with a hole in the center, Silva returned the relic to its case as he paid the just-as-cheerful sailor. These discs were relics of the past, a familiar medium of transcribing information in the days when the Elder were great. Nowadays, few of these existed anymore--and Silva was determined to find all that was left. And that was why a Ranger of the Forest was now on the middle of a boat to the Lost Isles. The main location of the Elder after the Lesser Ragnarok was in the Sanctuary of teh White Forest in Thalassinus--but a large number had escaped to the lost isles too--if he could perhaps reach the old fortresses, he might be able to find some relics--maybe even some texts in Elderin, the old language of the Elder. "Are ya ready?" The sailor at his side looked a bit bewildered at teh somewhat short and easily-excited ranger--especially considering rangers were known to be subtle and cold. "Sure, sure...let's go already!"

(exeunt)