The water in the bay of Keda was dark, lurid water, and it stank of dead fish. As the sun set behind them, the crew of the Vanci Dispatch rowed, without saying a word, toward the sprawling city. Kedar was not the largest port they had visited, but it was a large one. It was the danger of their task that instilled the silence upon the ship, and Captain Vanci, at the helm, did nothing to sooth them. Continue reading Renado 1