Terrance didn't know what he would find upon the now quiet peninsula once known as "Marruin" in the northern expanse of Britannia. A mountainous arm of the land reaching out into the northern sea like a great, powerful arm of a god. To walk along this coast was once to invite death unseen from the denizens who had claimed it as their sacred ground.

Indeed Terrance did not know what he would find, but he knew what he sought, or rather whom. The man had been seen recently, in the old facet which claimed the sister moon Felucca as its patron celestial body. Terrance paused briefly to look up at the night's clear sky and the two moons together. Felucca a wine red and Trammel a nearly sandstone color tonight. It seemed..though Terrance well knew that human eyes could not perceive the slow movement of the heavens..as though the two moons were in fact not moving at this moment. As if they waited, watching him or the coast, dragging the very ocean up with their powerful force and crashing it against the rocky shore. The moons were massive this night. It humbled Terrance and he looked back down, feeling uneasy as if he would suddenly be crushed under one of the moons.

"Aumlain..." he thought to himself. The Cultist. And if the man did again walk Sosaria, then the only Cultist which remained. Terrance contemplated whether the man would be an enemy...or a fellow Sosarian, if not Britannian.

Terrance rounded the tip of the peninsula and realized that for the first time he had visited here, not a building stood. Anywhere. Not the "mining depot" which had been shantily built a year ago, nor "Kiefer's" small stone tower which had always been out of place among the dark settlement all around it, and yet had outlasted them all.

Marruin...was empty. As he rode back around and returned the length of the arm, he thought he heard a deep chuckle in the distance beyond the rock he had just scouted, but realized it must have only been the wind.....