Darkness Falls
The mists of Genaes shrouded the piercing rocks, both protecting and trapping the people of Davenport. It was so treacherous, and the port was damaged and being repaired, and Katrina and Quincy were forced to take a rowboat to the docks. Genaes, once a part of Zikrus, had recently founded its independence, but not without cost. Davenport itself was a highly sought after staple in trade routes, being closer than any city to Cronane.
As valuable as it was, the new island country was hardly inviting. Built in old world architecture and stone, the atmosphere was cold and haunting. The soldiers wore helms with fangs and dressed in dark shades, the residences never stayed long in the streets of their city, and even the lights lining the cobblestone roads couldn't cut through the ever-present fog. Flags were tattered on high stone walls, but they all bore the crest of the new ruing Lord. The city would have seemed abandoned, had it not been for the merchants and soldiers forced to stay outside.
Katrina had already exhausted all of her intel, though she wouldn't tell Quincy what exactly she was looking for. They were the only ones who roamed the streets, but eventually, she gave up and they headed towards a pup, vocalizing her hopes that maybe they would hear something useful there.