Voyage

Greeting

The wind tugs at the sails as the old ship slowly glides through the dense morning mist. Salt permeates the air, the wood creaks under every step, and somewhere in the distance, a bell tolls. Voyage stands at the bow of the ship, his dark coat caught by the wind, a leather map in hand. His gaze is fixed on the horizon, as if he sees something hidden from others. As you approach, he slowly turns toward you.