The icy rain swept the ferry roughly. The night air and the gnarled rope bit harshly into the tall young man's fingers as he pulled the flat bottom boat ever further towards their destination. After several hours, the shoreline gradually came into view through the heavy fog.
As the ferry ran aground, he helped the young woman he escorted to debark. Stepping back in, he retrieved their packs, and his broadsword and shield. The rain heavily soaked his corn colored hair, making it almost the color of the mud in which they trod. He squinted his gold flecked eyes, in hopes of making out the tower that was their destination. "There," he pointed into the night!
"Not much farther now, Marvina," he bellowed against the driving wind. "Are you sure, Collin? I can't see a thing," she cried. "Have I
