Thread:SalemtheCruel/@comment-4547544-20111024213825

8th "Are you seeing them?" Eyegrim was listening to his impatience. "Nothing, your lordship, not even a scrap of sail." Driftwood, the captain of the "Seasnake" was glad that his master down the beach and not with him standing on the cliffs. Who knows what he'd done to him. The ferret man was trying hard not to watch over to the “Red Adder. At the large Rah hung the carcasses of four rats and two weasels. Eyegrim had had hung them after they had tried to desert. Driftwood shuddered at the memory of Eyegrims pitiless smile as he spoke the verdict. To distract himself from his gloomy thoughts Driftwood stared back out to sea ... and sighed with relief when he discovered the sails on the horizon. "They come, your lordship! I think tomorrow at sunrise, they're here. "Eyegrims mouth twisted into a savage grin. Finally met the rest of one of its fleet. Twenty-five ships, each loaded with about two hundred warriors. Soon the empire was his father and thus his legacy be larger by a country!  