On the other ship, drifting side by side with the one Brigham was on, the atmosphere was as tense.
The tall-masted ship was filled with Rank 1 and 2 Magi. And the one leading them was none other than one of the councilors of Ravenfell, Rank 3 - Mana Vortex Magus, Daniel Ranzenberg.
Daniel, an old man with short white hair and a burly physique that was the opposite of Brigham's frail constitution, looked in the direction of Blackshore.
Although the city wasn't visible to him because of the darkness and the fog, he knew that they would arrive by sunset.
And once they arrived, only blood and carnage awaited them.
The man then turned toward the other ship, his gaze drawn to Brigham, who was standing on the deck, lost in thought.
Daniel's eyes narrowed, his thoughts… a mystery.
"Lord Ranzenberg, we found two more!" A Rank 2 Magus approached him, respectfully reporting.
Daniel turned to the man, looked him in the eyes, and silently nodded.
