Two months, two weeks, and three days after slipping its lines and sailing away from its wet dock in the East, the lumbering ship had finally pulled back into port. This time, however, it was docking in Ynnis, Itona. Standing tall near the bow braving the morning chill, Thomas Clear was gripping the railing with excitement and definitely not the crushing effort of staving off the seasickness that had been haunting his trail across the ocean for the last two months. His face was turned windwar...
