The prowler's cove harbor was bathed in the ethereal glow of the two moons hanging in the sky. Their radiant light painted a tranquil scene, with calm waves gently lapping against the boats that lay still in the harbor. The silence enveloped the area, save for a few vigilant boat owners who maintained a watchful eye over their vessels.
The graceful winds danced through the air, their gentle caress creating an atmosphere that beckoned ships to venture forth from the harbor at any given moment.
Amidst this serene setting, a flicker of suspicion caught the observer's attention. Slowly, a figure cloaked in a robe emerged, their purposeful strides directed toward a particular boat nestled in the harbor. It was not a grand vessel, but rather a modest craft likely used for small-scale transportation.
