Journey to the Naqsái Lands
11 Dohála 2371
We sighted Nuroáb. We didn’t know what to expect. The docks are empty. Perhaps the town has been devastated by the plague. As soon as we sailed up to the dock the Shén scrambled over the sides of the ship like huge lizards, and then lashed the ship in place. Mridék told the Shén to investigate the town, but they adamantly refused. Mridék prepared to go along with Chatán, Davé, and several marines, but Saíb talked them out of it. Instead we made plans to sail northwest along the coast for Linyaró.
