It is said, that every constellation and single star has a god or goddess, and when a new star is born, the entire multiplanarverse awaits their owner's coming. Sometimes it is in wrath, fire and blood, sometimes in peace, wisdom and understanding. And rarely, so very rarely, a new star is born without fanfare, simply slipping into existence with barely a ripple, no one aware until something happens...<br/><br/>The ship, The Mermaid's Tear, pulled into the port of Fort Aspenwood, and allowed a single passenger to disembark before the captain fled back to sea, not even bothering to try and fill his half empty hull with more cargo, nor allow his crew any time off. The ship's seer had been locked with him for two days in the captain's cabin, and he hadn't been able to resist making the sign against evil as they had docked, hoping to avoid whatever curse the seer had spoken of. His passenger either didn't know or care, but the male half silver sorcerer catfolk stepped off the gangplank without a care in the world, either not concerned about the supposed curse, or not aware. Either way, not his problem.<br/><br/>He shivered, and turned from the cursed land, his attention back to the sea, no time or concern for his former passenger. He was beginning to regret taking the royal messenger's gold, to bring that one passenger here with all speed and haste, despite it being more than he would normally get on any three voyages he could name. He knew neither their name, or why the king of the nation had spent so much to get them here. He only knew such needs were bad luck to his kind, and this one had all the beauty of a perfect rose, leaving him to guess at their thorns.