The waves lap against Sheemzur’s feet while he and his friends enjoy a peaceful evening fishing at the docks.  The pitcher of ale is half empty and a pleasant buzz fills his thoughts which more than makes up for the lack of fish.  His weapon sits at his side, forgotten, the reason for it being brought lost in a pleasant blur. 

The night began much differently, Sheemzur and his friends having decided to find out for yourselves why the town elder Jharo and a couple others had vanished over the past few weeks.  Tense and ready for a fight, hours of boredom went by with nary a splash other than the toss here and there of your fishing line being tossed out.

The moons are small and dark tonight, and the ring of siberys shining brightly reflecting in a strip across the waves.  The tide is in, and the few small boats tied up are knocking rhythmically against the docks.

As Sheemzur holds out his mug and Nash pours at the last of the ale, Sshar holds up a hand for silence, then motions out towards the beach.  Sheemzur and Sshar can barely make out several hulking forms moving out of the waves and towards old Jasper’s house.  They can make out at least five creatures, perhaps a bit smaller than human sized, with large, oddly shaped heads that seem to protrude directly from their shoulders without any indication of a neck. 

Alain and Nash, despite straining their eyes, can only see what seems to be the moonlight glistening on water, though the glistening seems to be moving up the beach.