A sudden event that you did not expect...

While in the elf’s cabin two effeminate figures, dressed in women’s underwear, are sleeping hugging each other, certain events are happening on the ship.

Most of the ship's crew and passengers are asleep. But obviously not all.

Deep night. About an hour after you've fallen asleep, the monotonous noise that prompted you to leave your cabin stops.

There is relative silence in the corridors of the ship's interior.

But it won't last long...

Suddenly there is a deafeningly loud sound, like thunder during a severe thunderstorm. You don't have time to realize what exactly is happening. In negligibly short moments, the wooden structures of this ship collapse. The wood is engulfed in a strange bluish flame. The blast wave throws your helpless body several meters away. Tongues of bluish flame engulf your flesh with lightning speed. Hellish pain due to the burn...

You would like to let out a loud scream. But you don't have time to do this. New destructive impulses of energy emanate from the epicenter of the explosion...

Your weak body can't stand it...

Pieces of your flesh are separated from your bones and scattered in different directions, only to be burned in the fire...

So, you have reached the sad ending...

The half-elf named Jerome no longer exists.

In the flames of the terribly powerful explosion, not even a small piece of flesh from the body of this half-elf was preserved. The ship on which you were trying to reach the goal of your sea voyage was destroyed. This ship is now just burning and smoking wreckage that is quickly sinking and being swallowed up by sea waters. The entire crew of the ship and all the passengers shared your sad fate with you. There are no survivors in this tragic disaster.

Now you will never know what exactly caused the tragedy. And precisely: you will not know that this unexpected and fatal explosion was associated with certain persons who are at a considerable distance from the destroyed ship.

Several miles from where the orlanian dromon you traveled on was located, there is a tall coastal lighthouse. This lighthouse stands on top of one of the large rocks that cover the western shore of this large elven island. This is the same island on which the elven city-state of Tior-Faen is located. This is the very island you were trying to get to.

From the top of this high lighthouse you can, at a fairly distant distance, see the watery expanse of the sea that washes this island.

At the top of the lighthouse there are two persons.

They closely watch the sea on the horizon. They are looking in the direction from which your orlanian dromon should have sailed.

One of these persons is a male half-elf of average height. He is dressed in studded leather armor, a dark green cloak, leather pants and leather boots. On his belt he has two small sheaths: they contain two stiletto daggers. Judging by his appearance, he is a fairly elderly half-elf. Gray is visible in his hair (both on his head and in his small mustache and beard). His face is covered with wrinkles and scars (the most noticeable scar is the appearance of a long-healed cut wound that crosses the face of this half-elf from the throat, through the left cheek and reaches the forehead). The half-elf's grayish eyes closely follow the horizon line.

The second of these persons is a female elf. The first glance at this woman is enough to understand that she is a purebred elven aristocrat. Her external image can inspire anyone who has an aesthetic sense. Slender, flexible and graceful body. Effortless elegance in every body movement. An exquisite and expensive dress that has the color of spring foliage. Pointed ears, narrow chin, graceful oval face, mysterious almond-shaped eyes with a greenish tint. Perfectly smooth and silky skin. Plump, sensual lips and seductive medium-sized breasts. On the index finger of the right hand of this charmingly beautiful elf-woman is wearing an elegant gold ring (it depicts a miniature pattern: a crescent moon and a sea wave).

This woman only occasionally glances towards the horizon. Sometimes she casts a contemptuous glance from her greenish eyes at the half-elf man. The half-elf is noticeably nervous about this, but he tries not to outwardly show his feelings.

When an explosion occurs that destroys the Orlanian dromon along with its entire crew and passengers, the half-elf notices flashes of bluish flame on the horizon.

He wipes the sweat from his forehead and says: “This time everything went according to plan...”

The elf asks him: “Are you sure that the chance of anyone surviving is completely excluded?”

The half-elf obsequiously replies: “Absolutely! No one survived on this ship! This is completely out of the question. We used about three kilograms of enchanted scarlet tangirad... Everyone on board the ship died... All that was left of this ship was small fragments that would sink into the sea... You can be sure of the successful execution of your instructions, Mistress Vianetel!

The elf says: “Well, that's good... It's good for you, Amelric... I'm glad that my doubts about your competence were not justified... As a result of your success, our competitors have lost a valuable resource...”

The half-elf bows in response to these words.

After this, these two persons leave the coastal lighthouse.