As soon as Niah reached the deck she shielded her eyes against the bright, early morning sunlight and looked around for any physical sign of what she was feeling. But as of yet, there was no smoke on the horizon and the town's streets - what she could see of them - were clear of fleeing residents. The dock was a bustling area, more so than any other part of their slowly but surely dying town. Trade was slacking off all over the world, yet their fleet of ships still had work in the form of armaments and crystals. Unfortunately that wasn't enough to save the common people; the ones who worked in the fields, the shop owners who had nobody left to sell their wares to, and the widowed wives without any valuable skills.<br/><br/>The only ones who thrived, really, in their own little delusional worlds, were those born into riches. They believed it bought them an immunity to the struggles of the war, when in reality it was just self imposed blindness which would eventually be their downfall.<br/><br/>That was what Niah believed, anyway. And although she held a great deal of disdain for her fellow nobles, she would warn them of the approaching danger just as she would the rest of town.<span style="font-style: italic">How</span>was a different matter altogether.<br/><br/>"Captain," she called again and hurried across the deck, weaving between sailors busy preparing the ship for offloading. "There's a matter we need to discuss." Her face drawn and worried, she bent down beside Captain Johern so their faces were level and said; "I have reason to believe we're about to be attacked. I need you to send your crew out to spread the news and help evacuate the town."