<br/>Unlike the last time the trip to the harbor was seemingly without incident. The order’s ship, the Silver Spray was tied to the quayside, a sailor leaning on the railing at the top of the ladder stretching to the ship.<br/>He seemed to be smoking a pipe and at ease with the world.<br/><br/>The group both on foot and horse arrived on the quayside and it became obvious that the ship had no provision for loading on horses. Titan rested his hands on the saddle, “I will take the horse back to the stable and then I am for bed it has been a long night.”<br/><br/>Shadows moved and flexed as a robed figure stepped out of them and regarded the group. The man or was it a women’s face was in the shadow of the robe’s hood as she spoke and it was a she by her voice. A rich cultured voice, “It seems that one cannot get the help now a days. Five I sent and three came back like whipped curs. It seems you dealt with them quite easily, my compliments. Strange though that they choose to return to me rather than die at your hands, they knew I would kill them for failure.”<br/><br/>She gestured with her hand and the veil of invisibility fell away revealing the three men they had just been fighting. They stared blankly at the group all traces of life gone from their faces as they where now Zombies.<br/>“The order messes in my plans, tell them at the citadel that they have chosen to cross the path of Laura, a most unwise course of action.” She seemed then to be staring at Chloe, “A sorceress, a Ulras no less, who has chosen to dance with Wild Magic, in time it will be amusing to duel with you. But for now I will leave my former employees to duel with.”<br/><br/>The image rippled and was gone, a projection it seemed but the zombies where all too real as they lurched forward.<br/>