A girl of about thirteen who had been limping on a broken ankle with support from her neighbours, and a middle-aged man with an infected wound on his arm both watch in wonder as their injuries heal. Whispering thanks, they hurried back to their friends and family, clearly grateful but also keeping a respectful distance.<br/><br/>"We....don't travel to the lowlands that often." said Henes hesitantly. "We are not exactly friends of the rulers there--we pay what they ask and otherwise, we let them forget we are here and manage our own affairs. But we've heard stories of the dark times, when the great plague destroyed so many people that the city in the bay was destroyed. The Drowned Queen....she is a warning I was told, of what happens when people do not properly placate the dead. She is a monster who hungers to drag people down into the sea over her city. I....it will be dangerous to go there, but if there is any hope, it would surely be with one as powerful as you...."