When they'd paid their fees and the clerk had departed, Tenebrous turned to her First Mate, Faithless Wanderer, a Tiefling. Despite his name, he was reliable. "The crew goes out in shifts, and they stay together in groups of at least three. If there are any incidents with the locals, I will be most displeased."
Faithless nodded. "I will make sure they know it."
Tenebrous made a point of walking down the ramp, then up the dock and along the streets of the Island of Hinnom until she reached the ancient tower at its center. She stretched her hand out, caressed the eldritch material that made it up, and nodded. This place was everything it was said to be. Doubtless there would be more to be learned, but she could address that as she made her trades. Wooden beams and planks were not so common here, and hers were... special. And that was before anyone addressed her other offerings.
She surveyed the inside of the tower, then launched herself into the air, tracing her way along the outside. The winds here were strange, unpredictable, but she welcomed the challenge. When she landed in the upper city, she knew she had won. Someone up here would want what she had to offer.
She even had a lead on who that might be...
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