"Strange? What, you're an exorcist or something? We're fresh out of dogs to bleed into the sea to keep ghosts away!" said Lilan.<br/><br/>The warship seemed dedicated, keeping distance right up to the edge of the shadowland, and Kisara could hear the curses from the crew as it became clear they would actually have to go in, with the sun perilously low in the sky. Ignoring the obvious mutterings of disquiet, the captain drove the vessel forward. A wall of mist that hadn't been there a minute before welled up, and--<br/><br/>For a moment, Kisara was elsewhere, or maybe elsewhen. Rather than eerily still water, she instead seemed to stand on the streets of a city, and a glorious one at that. Needle-topped towers rose up, great winged shapes flitted through the hazy air, the streets gleamed as if polished, the stonework was so elaborate it seemed almost to have been woven rather than carved. People of many kinds walked the streets, and maybe some of them were not human at all....<br/><br/>Just for a moment, enough to catch barely a fleeting glimpse of the wonders, and then it was gone, leaving only dark water all around them.<br/><br/>"Don't like this...." she heard one of the sailors muttering, as he glanced over the side into the obsidian water, and then back to Kisara. "Count yourself lucky, miss! Don't reckon you'd be lookin' so calm if you knew what were down there!"