Port Cove.
Lord Edward Fallion was sitting on his porch, enjoying the slow sunset.
It was the first rays of sunlight he had seen all day, it was just one of those miserable days where the dark and thick heavy clouds made everything gloomy.
They hovered over Port Cove all day and kept the warmth of the sun from shining on the city and the sapphire blue oceans.
The gloomy mood had been effecting everything for the day, it could be seen by low activity in the docks, few ships moved in and out of the harbour and the dock workers were lazing about walking up and down the docks with their pants rolled up to their knees and for a change they kept their shirts on.
Only the fisherman who were desperate for some coin remained on the dock casting their rods into the ocean to get a good catch, but even their actions were lack lustre and done with half a heart.
