"There is not a single action that does not bear consequence. The only thing you can hope for in the end is that you do not regret."
~Arathorn Gelsarius
THE PORT CITY OF DURENHAL
THE EASTERN DOCKS
Tuesday
6:37 a.m
Blackened wisps of dense smoke had risen from the blaze of flames that engulfed the entire long-ship fleet. The crisp crackling of fire that caused several wooden debris to burst from the excessive heat, cautioned the port city's folk to retreat further away from the docks. Thought the destruction that left the fleet of twenty long-ships with naught except pieces of its magnificent construction had occured the previous eventide, the fire danced on the calm morning waters of the sea. An undying fire cast upon the fleet by hell's master, the flames had only burnt more fierce, and higher as if to touch the azure spring sky.
