Bandric stood at the bow of his ship. It has been months since he
touched foot on Nyrond's soil. The clouds danced with color as the sun
began to set in the horizon. He wondered if it was such a good idea to
buy a boat and sail the high seas.

"I haven't seen my friends in months, any of them." He thought to
himself. Sail was fun but not as exciting as adventuring...and saving
the world. "I should really head for home and see if any of my friends
need me."

He turned to the helm and called out his orders. "Aye, Aye, Sir"
responded the helmsman. The crashing waves sounded below as the
horizon moved sideways.

A sailor approached Bandric. "Sir, is there anything I can get you?"

"No. Nothing. We've sail from secluded harbor of Sasserine, up the
coast to Greyhawk and Dyvers, south again through Onnwal to Lenore and
the Sea Barons, finally turning around at Ratik. We're barely breaking
even with trade and land excursions."

"Aye, sir" the sailor said shaking his head, "I'd be more profitable
to be a pirate. Not that I'm suggesting that."

Bandric straightened up, "Unless you steal from pirates..."

His eyes adjusted to the new darkness, his darkvision allowing him to
see in the dark. "Lets make haste to Rel Mord."

Bandric
Captain of the Dawntreader