Perhaps it was the good fortune brought by Saint Sis. Ever since the Grace warship arrived in the waters near Withered Wood Port, the dock had not been quiet.
Merchant ships chased around by the great storm gradually discovered this unfamiliar continent.
And they found this port located on the Northern Coast just by slightly cruising around the coastal areas or asking directions from some fishing Tide Clan Lizardmen.
This port, true to its name, resembles a piece of rotting wood lying on the beach; every place from the dock to the port buildings is marked with carelessness.
Yet, even so, to those ships that had just escaped the vortex of the Vast Ocean, this place was considered a "Holy Blessing Land" granted to them by Saint Sis for rest.
And so, one by one, ships dragging shattered sails and twisted masts drifted into the harbor, ghost-like, through the gray mist of the morning fog.
