The huge ship arrived in the port in the morning sun and on deck there was a movement of people getting the ship ready for the docks. When the ship docked the crew spread out and loading and unloading of the ship begins. In the large captains cabin Vylixan discusses trade points on the route that they have to visit to make the most profit. Then he sighs and says. “I need to get some fresh air, I’ll be back in two hours or so.”
He then leaves for the tavern, in there he gets the drinks he want with the girl served with it and while enjoying that he has talks with several people who are in the tavern. That way he finds out what the port needs for his travel next time and after a while he leaves the tavern again, filled with the knowledge and the paga gathered there.
When he walks through the streets he noticed a small shop with curiosities and he goes in. the owner welcomes him and in a some time after a long chats they go to the back to see some nice things that he might buy. He is offered some tea, that he accepts out of politeness and when he drinks it it seems the world is changing a bit, it becomes more fuzzy. He has no idea that he fades into darkness and that he is carried away through small paths to a ship in the harbor.
When he wakes from the faded state the next morning he finds himself bound on deck with some guards around him. He has no clue though before he can say anything a man in robes of an administrator talks to him. “It has cost time to set up a trap that finally snapped and we finally got you.” The man laughs without laughing. “You should know that you could not be smarter then the consortium when you acted like you own certain places.” Then the man is silent.
Vylixan looks at the man , still no idea what the man is talking about. He waits for more information to be able to negotiate his way out of this. Fighting his way out is not even on his mind and he only can wait for things to happen. Then the man points at the railing and he says. “You will find out how it is to have nothing anymore and nothing around you but isolation. We are in a very remote part of the sea and we have a raft anchored to the small rift here and that is your new home for as long as your life may last.” The man Laughs.
Before Vylixan could say or do anything he fades away when one of the guards hits him with the shaft of the spear and he falls down on the ground. It is in the evening when he wakes up again, finding himself on a rift, with a raft with nothing and he sits there thinking, waiting, considering the limited options he has left. Chance of survival is not high, and by that it means that though he may not survive, the company will. He always knew that one day the company would have to go without him, though he could not foresee that it was today. Over thinking everything he fall in a restless sleep.
Weeks later on the shore of the mainland a raft is found, broken and beat to shreds, A storm had been formed and had wiped the rift clean. When the consortium had returned to see what had become of the Merchant they found nothing. The merchant was gone and the the company he once owned continued under the same name though its owner had never returned from his travels and was considered dead.
