The Month of Imperos or Junctior, in the Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum.
Drake was awake for the second night in a row waiting for something to happen. Weirdly enough nothing was. Nothing has been for a while, Imperia has been quiet at the docks. The normal pirates come and go trying make some money. Drake is the same way, only for some reason he has a hatred for those of the seas. He trys to see each ship as they come into the docks, to see what trouble each one brings if any. Just at the moment one comes into view, drake did'nt notice at first his mind was wandering.
"Ah a ship docking...wonder what these one have planned." Drake was in a good spot to see, in a dark back side of one of the far docks, almolst invisable to the naked nights eye. There were three that tied up the fairly small ship. Drake can make out words of what they are saying, talking loadly.
"Fernus over here, not there! Fool! Yelled the ship captain. Fernus must have been the one with the rope to the pier.
"Hmm..." Drake watched.
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