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The fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It had rolled in overnight, causing no end of dismay in the small town, which survived on fishing. The fleet was still out there, in the grey clouds, and men and women alike feared for them. Not that it mattered to the guests at Ahnqow's only inn. Their concern wasn't with the sea, but inland, through the swamps and jungle, following a yellowed map that lay on the table now. "You see," said the Marquis, pointing along the lines. "In ages past, this old town was much larger. A haunt of pirates and worse thugs. And it was here that the great pirate had his headquarters. Not two hundred yards from where we're standing now, in fact."
They had already, of course, seen the broken down shell of Nayhar's home, left exposed to the elements after the victorious war fleet had slighted it. A cursory examination had determined its whereabouts on the map. "Now, tomorrow morning, we'll go into the swamp." The Marquis was short, even by Roanian standards. Short and round. This, in a society where many of the wealthy prided themselves on physical fitness, said a lot. It also meant that he wasn't going to be an asset. Still, it was his expedition.