It has been two days since the Jenivere has departed from the port of Senghor. The last and final stop in the journey to Eleder. The PCs sit down to an evening meal, another watery fish soup, in the ship’s galley with Aerys, Gelik, Ishirou, and Sasha. Fatigue begins to set in early this night. Not a single passenger is able to resist the weight of the eyelids that press down upon them. One-by-one, each one succumbs to darkness.
Slowly, sensation begins to seep back in to Krample’s body. His hands rest upon soft sand. Cool water splashes on his feet. The sound of ocean waves fill the air. A heavy pressure begins to come over his legs, and, suddenly, a searing pain shoots into one of his feet.