Genevieve set her feet upon the dock, thankful for land that had been still beneath her. Desiring to kiss the creaking wood below her, she simply continued forward to the village, focusing upon the path ahead of her. Opposed to Ironwall, Grayson had been a village made up of a wild string of caravans connected by cords decorated with lanterns crafted from different colored glass. The setting was incredibly stunning for Genevieve, a woman who had only known Ironwall and the sea, she found this difference in scenery to be rather beautiful. To immerse herself into a different culture, she had grown excited, but knowing they were there to face Marrow again had made her anxious.
Having arrived a day ahead of schedule, the crew aboard the Lacewood were allowed a chance to learn their surroundi
