A black boat sets sail into the west, following after a red sun, leaving a yellow mirk in the waters of its wake. A Baalek warlock stands erect, proud, on the bow of the creaking ship. She grins with dark pleasure as triremes filled with half-turned spies sail on ahead of the frigate. On her map, a town is circled in feathered red ink: Rishkai.
Arch-Rajë Salinik awakes from a living dream. The twins of prophecy have awoken; the Rajës must be summoned to the citadel.
