The bolts and arrows have faded, as they continue to free run over the stone rooftops until the reach the edge of the harbour where most of the buildings are too far to leap, but a glance back tells them that pursuit is either too far away or has given up.<br/><br/>The scent of the Vileyet Sea wafts across the early morning light and permeates the entire surrounding terrain with a soft suffused glow and almost airy appearance.  A serene setting punctured by shouts of men slowly waking and start another day at the wharves.