IC:
As dusk fades slowly into night, Elamien stands with her companions upon an hill outside Luordane, overlooking, some distance away, a plain warehouse. “This is the place?” she aks, incredulously.
“All signs point to it”, replies Malaqi, quietly. “Notice, for example, the unusual dock, adjacent.”
“Yes, I have noticed. But . . .”
“Of course, if we should be mistaken—”
“Yes, yes: I know. Enough. Let us proceed. Words have little purpose, at this hour.”
Some minutes later, eight individuals can be seen, by the keen eye, upon the nighted sward below, approaching the town,—and the warehouse,—with an uncommon stealth. The structure remains dark, although, near the river dock, a recently lit lantern hangs outside a small storehouse, swaying uneasily in the cool, moderate breeze.