Santis gave a nod to the large bag of salt he'd stowed off to one side. "I'm ready to set up camp. There's a whole city's worth of ghosts under us, so reckon I'll be travellin' light tomorrow unless you got something big up your sleeve. Maybe you're some sort of sorcerer or something? That what makin' you so confident? Met a man who said he was a sorcerer one time, he said I was destined to have good luck, so that's how I knew he were a fraud--"<br/><br/>He stopped as they drew close to the rock. From here, it was possible to make out some more details about it, insofar as there was anything to make out. It was actually small, barely enough to carry the ruins of the single building that squatted on top of it. It might have been a temple once, before being destroyed by the collapse of the land it sat on, and centuries of saltwater sprays.<br/><br/>But blue lights shone within the eroded windows. It was not deserted. In addition, two other boats sat at anchor by the stone columns that stuck out of the water, relics of another drowned building turned into an improvised pier.