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.<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 she had been as fae and unnatural to him as the aberration's skull that graced his ship's prow, and he was not sorry to see her go, despite her almost inhumanly beautiful body. Some things were better left unknown, and his ship followed the wind back out of port, leaving her standing on the end of the pier. No crews cursed and swore as they manhandled their cargo to shore, no-one wandered the docks for something to pilfer. The city was inhabited, he could see cloaked figures scurrying about the streets but his instincts screamed something was wrong.<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 woman 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 her name, or why the king of the nation had spent so much to get her here. He only knew drow were bad luck, and this one had all the beauty of a perfect rose, leaving him to guess at her thorns.