Black Robed Man, Ben.
He had decoded all the ciphers on the note; it took him a long time, only to find it was the simplest form of code.
On Earth, it was known as Morse code.
Here, it had another academic name.
In short, it was composed of brief signals, two long and one short, two short and one long, or other combinations, representing a character or a phonetic symbol. Although the transmission speed was slow, it could convey a complete meaning.
The Magic Energy Industry in the Western Continent had long invented something similar, but this device was an idiot's version, not requiring instructions, simple to use, and portable.
Ben had disembarked early this morning, and although he mingled in the underworld and hailed from the Thief Guild, he had never seen such a chaotic place.
In this lawless land, the barbaric rule thrived, formulating a civilization unlike any other.
In short,
So many tents onshore and the men and women coming and going were indeed an eye-opener.
