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. Few honest wayfarers visited Port Balifor.
The ominous presence of the Highlords' troops made
everyone uneasy.
Besides, William liked to spend the sunset hour walking
with Sintk along the harbor. The stroll was the highlight of
his day. This particular evening was warm. The sky was
cloudless and a light breeze blew in from the bay. The
dimming light had that peculiar quality found only in
twilight time along the seacoast.
As William and Sintk walked along a street that led to
the harbor, they were surprised to see a large sailing vessel
tied up at the pier. They stood in the center of the street,
looking down toward the wharf, as dracon-ian troops
crowded the deck of the unfamiliar ship.
"A supply ship?" asked Sintk.
William shook his head. "Their regular ship was here last
week. This must be the patrol boat I heard about. The
Highlords are upset because so many citizens are deserting
the town and fleeing to the hills."
Draconian crewmen were moving swiftly across the deck
of the ship. Then, a door opened and several humans were
shoved out of a cabin. The prisoners were linked together
with leg chains. Their hands were manacled. They huddled
together as the troops pushed them toward the gangplank,
which was lowered to the wharf. Several heavily armed
draconian guards under the command of a hobgoblin officer
waited on the wharf.
Sintk whispered, "Look, the old man in the back
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