January 5th, New Ross City.
A light snowfall had added a chill to the winter day in New Ross. The Fourth Prince Arthur sat behind his desk, busily handling state affairs.
Since Marvin left, peace had returned to New Ross City and nothing strange had happened. Everything had fallen into order. Bishop Fowler, who had been devastated by the events, languished for quite some time before recovering. No one knew exactly what had transpired in New Ross Port that night; all Arthur knew was...
When he arrived at the scene in the early hours of the morning, the port had been completely destroyed.
The ground was scarred like a freshly tilled farm, the sturdy docks reduced to chaff and shattered stone, in total disarray.
