King Hermon Cordillera stood on the dock at the Fjord Range. The oblong inlet, enclosed by the tapered, green, grassy hills, and rocky cliffs which stretched into the Rames Mountains, was at the westernmost point of the Osiris Realm. The Isthmian was placid only trapped within this fjord. The dangers beyond, and below still existed. The king paid well for the delicacy of freshly caught fish pulled from its waters. The few ships tied at the dock’s slips were unimpressive, but ideal for fishing the inlet. His armadas of ships meant for war have never been tested on the open seas. His favorite was Shadow. His sleek beauty was large enough, and the carpenter assured him, strong enough for a sea storm’s pounding should it have to brave such weather. More importantly, it was small enough and lig
