Asking around the ruined town I found no one able to tell me where the ship hailed from, who captained it, where it was bound. Writing insight on a wall I caught the eye of a shady guy across the street holding a dog by a very short leash. He beckoned me over and said he knew about the vessel I sought, and that he could board me passage for a mere fifty gold pieces. Obliging I followed him into an ally way and took several papers baring the port sign of Darth, a town far to the north. I was surprised as the war had been fought with them so few months ago, but he said that that was why the ship was so shy to passers wandering by. He said beware the captain and went on his way, giving a friendly growl which his dog relayed.
[Excerpt from Zaill’s writing project]