The moon was a sliver of silver just barely lighting the midnight blue sky as night settled over the small port city of Notselrahc on the southwest coast of Ailateh. The evening was peaceful as the townsfolk closed their doors and shops for the day. The only life that could be found were in the pubs along the pier. Rowdy tradesmen and sailors moved drunkenly from pub to pub as they sang bawdy songs and enjoyed the quiet night. It wasn’t surprise that no one took notice of the two figures that crept along in the shadows of the city's alleyways headed toward the waterfront.
They moved along on cats paws as they traversed the darkness tak