Having been sailing on what felt like an endless stretch of water by evening they’d curved the sail towards the west. The horizon darkened with green and then golden fields as they approached. There was a small town on a bay, Leton with a jetty that stretched out to deep waters. The Swift pulled alongside the mooring and was secured. After a stuffy night in the cabin below, Phelia and her husband, Josha decided that they would spend the night in a room rented from the local Inn. Rafai accompanied them, along with half the crew for a drink and a night of entertainment.
Kit remained behind with Lyris, Arn and Timmit and the group made their own fire on the beach beneath the stars. There was no cloud cover as they stretched out, wary of the flying bugs. Lyris buried her feet in the warm sand
