Waves crashed against a ship. A ceramic plated hull defended against the crashing waves, and the inscribed runes enchanted the durability.
Large sails caught the wind bringing it forward, on the sails was an inscribed pattern. An open palm, the symbol of the Guidehands. Your Guiding Hand held a hand to block the wind as he stood at the front end of the ship. In the distance a towering mountain made its presence known. Its outline revealed by a thunderous bolt of lightning through the fog.
Royale sat on the edge of the boat and loudly sighed, "The storm makes it impossible for me to perform my tricks."
"Unfortunately the one day of the week the storm of this island subsides is the day we expect the Star Driven Sword to arrive. We need to make preparations ahead of time."
"It's been a while since we've been on a hunt."
"This one won't be a hunt.", Your Guiding Hand shook his head.
"Then what's all this investment for?"
