On the eastern coast of the continent of Adros, on the border between the human kingdoms to the north and the dark elf and orc kingdoms to the south, sits a lawless town, nominally ruled by a weak and ineffectual baron, though the city is far from his capital, and controlled by factions from all three regions. And, soon, to be home to a new visitor.<br/><br/>************************************************<br/><br/>Creak... creak... creak... creak...<br/><br/>The steady rocking of the boat continues, much as it has for the last two weeks of the journey.  The small cabin is cramped, but, thankfully, fairly warm, and insulated against the heavy, cold rain coming down, outside. The only passenger, she's had the cabin to herself, and asked, politely, to stay out of the way of the crew for the majority of the trip, since it's been storming the vast majority of the trip.<br/><br/>Her peace and quiet is interrupted, however, by a harsh pounding at the door. "City's in sight! Grab your things and make yer way to the deck!" the harsh, male voice yells at her. "Welcome to Smuggler's Cove!"