Kaito found them a boat nobody would miss: a broad-beamed eastern trader with a patched brown sail and a name painted over so many times nobody could read it. Brynn insisted on sailing it herself. Her arm was still strapped, but Isole had spent two nights coaxing the bone toward something like straight, and Brynn said that a fisherman with one good arm was worth more on open water than six fighters with four each.
Nobody could argue with that, so nobody did.
They left Korreth on the evening tide. Ryuken did not come down to the harbor. When Vane looked back from the mouth of the bay, the lamp was burning in the high sanctum window, a single yellow point above the cloud line, and he watched it until the headland took it.
The first two days were uneventful in the way Brynn said the Abyss always was, until it wasn't.
