Asher stepped onto the boat first, his boots pressing into the damp planks. The wood creaked slightly beneath his feet.
He scanned the vessel for anything unusual—hidden enchantments, concealed traps—and there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Just a simple wooden boat.
The same couldn't be said for the water itself, however.
He looked down, and though the water was not that deep, he could not see the bottom like an optical illusion.
A distinct scent also drifted through the mist, faintly sweet and oddly intoxicating.
"This smell…" he murmured, reaching down to brush his fingers against the water's surface.
"The lilies," Hisame answered from behind him. "They bloom only in this river. Their scent lulls travelers into a dreamlike state if they aren't careful."
"I see," he just nodded, dismissing the warning. This kind of effect wasn't nearly enough to be a threat to him.
CREAK!
