<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel tasted salt on his tongue as they sailed to the isle of Oosdorf. The wind was cold and strong, as if a storm wanted to form, and the ocean waves rocked the ship back and forth violently, but Fenharel felt at peace. He liked gray and inclement weather when he hadn't seen it in a while, it made him feel smaller but more alive at the same time. As the ship docked onto the shore at last, he jumped down from it and surveyed the land in front of him, hearing Tasia's warnings about sirens. He knew now to not trust anything he saw here.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Ellaria fidgeted with her knapsack, running through its contents to make sure she had everything she had intended to bring. There were bombs, vials of potions and poisons, and balms of all sorts inside, rattling gently as she walked. The wind blew strands of her red hair into her eyes and mouth, so she tied it up into a ponytail and followed the rest of the group deeper into the island.<br/><br/>"I've heard about some of the creatures here," Ellaria said. "They seem dangerous, but should we worry more about them or the aliens?" she asked.</span>