An hour after they had cast off from Lioness port, doubt began to gnaw at Emery's gut. The confidence he once wore like a cloak now felt like an ill-fitting garment.
His magic was a marvel in itself. With a simple incantation, he could delve deep into the minds of creatures, extracting even the most concealed of dark elf secrets. However, when faced with the challenge of the ship's navigation, his spells faltered. There was no incantation in his vast repertoire that would help him make sense of the captain's indecipherable scribblings.
He wasn't entirely helpless though. His spirit reading, a gift that allowed him to sense the very aura of distant places, extended to landmarks many miles away. However, even with that sixth sense, he was sailing blind without a coherent chart to relate his intuitions to.
