Brynn stood in front of the Fence. It was a simple wooden structure that surrounded the village. Faded runes were carved on each of the posts, similar to the ones he saw on the statue in the village square. The whole thing was slowly rotting away. ...
Brynn staggered off the small fishing vessel and onto the docks of Brightmyst. A summer storm to the south had caused huge swells on their voyage, leaving Brynn sea sick. The fishermen had expected him to cast healing magic on himself, but Brynn had yet to learn those rituals, and besides the rocking boat would have made them difficult to cast in any case. Instead, he had laid down, useless, in the hold, while they went about their business. ...