The morning mists clung to Thalren's coast, drifting low over the dark blue waters as gulls wheeled overhead, their cries echoing through the salt-tinged air.
The sun's first light struck the sails of a grand Threshian warship, its white banners emblazoned with the golden chalice of the Holy Empire. The vessel cut through the waves with solemn grace, its hull carved with intricate holy runes that glimmered faintly like starlight upon the sea.
Dockworkers and fishermen halted their toil as the ship neared the port, whispers rising among them. Such a vessel did not come for trade.
Upon the deck stood Sir Albrecht Veynar, one of the Seven Sword Saints of Threshia, his armor glinting faintly beneath a white cloak edged in gold.
