You ride at the rear of the caravan as it heads north out of Kriegswater. Looking behind you, you notice a few figures following you on foot. Just before they're lost in the mist, you think you see them break away from the trail and head off into the marsh on some hidden path.
You stand on a spur of grassy ground that leads through the marsh. It drops off gradually to the west as the marsh begins to give way to the sea, and there are distinct paths leading off to the east and south. Of more interest, however, is a path leading north—in which direction you can see a light shining faintly through the mist.
"Is that the way we're heading?" says Drazha from beside you. Before you can answer, something in the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you turn to see a number of low-lying vessels sliding silently through the water from the west. As the first of them reaches the shore, several black-clad figures, armed with an assortment of nets, ropes, and blades, jump out and rush toward the caravan.
As shouts of alarm sound from the rear of the group, you turn to see one of your tribespeople, bound with ropes, being dragged back to the raiders' boats.
"Slavers!" shouts Drazha. "Slavers from Anselm's Landing. I've heard they launch raids down this coast, but how they could find us in the mist? Someone must have told them about us. Quickly, Basileios—we must act!"