The deep black of the ships perfectly melded in with the darkness of the night. It was a new moon, and only the faintest silver starlight shimmered across the surface of the water.
All the torches and lights on the ships had been doused out, and every window had been shuttered tight. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of the waves against the hulls of the ships, and the murmurs of Anteris' Captains as they spoke to their leader.
In the distance, the outline of the islands could be seen, with faint points of light scattered around the coastline. These were the small fishing villages that the Multas people preferred to live in, when they weren't staying on their main settlements, further in the forests.
On the eastern side of the nearest island, the bright torches and lamps of the outpost shone in the light, if anything, the outpost was a deterrent to the people of Multas, a reminder of the military might of the empire.
