Aye I’ll tell ya the tale, though you’ll not believe me.

The Night of Fire, was just the start. That night me boys were drinking at Bouldershield. You see, we’re legitimate businessmen.. Honest traders in the exotic. And our gold is as good as any. We watched the chaos flow from the sky. Fire flowed like rain on the Caer. I’m not ashamed to admit more than one man cheered the ruin of those halls, those laws that pushed our faces to the mud, at least at first. The fire kept coming, then rocks. I swear I saw a mountain slam into the meadows near the temples like an angry child had thrown it. But then the strangest happened. All the water from the docks was sucked back by the sea till a man could walk out ten thousand paces. Problem being it took the fleets with it. Not a ship left tied up. Then when the water returned the boats didn’t. Me boys swear, though they be filled with drink, that each ship that flowed away has been seen just off the horizon with full sails. There won’t be a hull in Bouldershield till more are built or someone out there decides to visit. Strange thing, we used to get hundreds of merchants a moon here. Serpent’s wit be damned I can’t wrap my head around it.

– Nicolas Velarde, Captain of the Emerald Scale

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