Through the port city of Bara'kall a salty breeze swept from the azure waves of
Cef. The sounds of gulls, porters and work were accompanied by children's play and the occasional cry of a ghak'ell. White walls gleamed in the afternoon sun as J'aak'ko sat upon
N'kell O'Cef's balcony sipping
ozja'gae. He waited for the others to arrive patiently smoothing his plum colored Eluvataran suit as he checked the time on his Letonnan pocket watch.
11:35 Carcossa TimeThey are late he thought to himself with a pang of worry. He wondered if one of the other
guilds had gotten wind of the meeting. His fears were allayed as...
