You monitor the movements of the guards, and when one is looking the other way, you slip aboard the vessel. But you haven't gone ten paces before there is a shout from behind you. Without hesitation, you dive from the edge of the vessel into the dark waters of the dock, and emerge, rather bedraggled, some distance away from Kurakana's ship.
As you make your way from the waterfront, you consider yourself lucky—you have escaped unharmed and, perhaps more importantly, unidentified by Kurakana's men.
Next
As the evening comes to an end, you pass through the gates of the city and return to your tribe's encampment outside the walls. Making your way past campfires around which your tribespeople are gathered, you return to your yurt.
You drift off to sleep thinking of the day's events, the sights, sounds, and smells of Anselm's Landing still swimming through your mind.
The Next Morning