North Coast of the Empire
"Ahhhhh.. what the fuck!"
Levy shrieked like a little girl, his voice so high-pitched it drew startled glances from nearby merchants and shipbuilders. He practically leapt three steps back, clutching his chest as his face turned pale. Right where he had been standing a moment ago, the shadows beneath his boots rippled, twisting like liquid ink. From that dark whirlpool, two figures rose, solidifying into men of flesh and blood.
The sight stopped the entire dock for a second. Carpenters hammering on a ship's hull froze mid-swing. Sailors hauling rope stumbled to a halt. Even the merchant scribes with ledgers in hand lifted their heads, staring with weird expressions.
Two men, stepping straight out of a shadow.
