Tobias ate in silence, an unusual occurrence for him. There was worry in Tobias's face and disappointment in his eyes. For the first time since he'd known him, Rahg felt sorry for Tobias.
Before the meal was finished they were interrupted. "Words carry in this old tavern like a maiden's whisper on a lonely night."
The gravelly voice announced the stranger's presence. Rahg looked up to see the burnt old man. He shied away, though he nodded his head in the form of greeting.
"If I heard ya speak right, yer lookin' to go into the Sea of the Lost."
Rahg shivered when the man chuckled, a noise like someone walking on loose rocks.
"I'm the only hope ya have. Anyone else that can sail a ship good enough to get ya there is afraid to die."
"And you're not?" Tobias asked.
A strange expression
