Nolen had always found Free Port at night to be beautiful, with countless sparks rising between the streets and buildings, travelers from all around the world gathered together, countless ships docked in the port, like soldiers in formation, while those ships lingering near the sea formed an iron wall defending the city.
Anyone who saw this sight would sigh in admiration; however, such a beautiful scene was something Nolen had seen enough of, no matter how beautiful, it now seemed lifeless and dull to him.
Nolen wanted to leave.
Nolen longed to leave Free Port, to return to the embrace of the sea, to battle the fierce winds and waves. That was the life a true Tidefolk should have, and not waste precious time here like a shriveled, stinking corpse.
"Hert, you're there, aren't you?"
Nolen muttered as he gazed into the shadows at the edge of Free Port.
He knew Hert lived there and was aware of his demon hunts and the ever-expanding underground factions.
