A rangy young sailor hastily drops the gangplank as the Gypsy Rover is snugged up to the dock by several thick hawsers.  Exhausted from the tension of braving those dangerous, iceburg-filled seas, you stagger down to dry land.  The young man on the dock smiles at you.  “Rough waters, but Aivara never lets us down,” he says conversationally, indicating a tall, dark-haired woman.  She’s leaning over the bow, her hands gesturing broadly as she speaks to something in the water below.  The bulk of the galleon blocks your view, and you inquire how she guides the ship.  The sailor grins.  “Oh, it’s not entirely her doing, but it’s because of Aivara that we get through the ice.  She’s bonded to blue Dharishar.”  At your unenlightened expression, he elaborates, “Dharishar is a seadragon.  Say, you’re new here, aren’t you?  I’ll show you around if you like.  Where do you want to go?” Agendor Cove Garth Llyr Garth Mannanon Garth Tethys “If you want to go somewhere else besides a fishing village, I’ve got a landsman who can take you.”  He cups his hand around a bosun’s whistle, and shrills an unusual cadence. While you wait, the sailor holds out a rope-callused hand.  “By the way, I’m Rhys O’Rhewmor, better know as Reach on these waters.  I sail on as many outbound ships as I can, so I can meet newcomers on the way back.”  Catching sight of a burly man plowing through the activity on the dock, Reach reaches out one storkish arm and drags his victim closer. “This,” he says proudly, “is Garth Llyr’s dragonman, Craddoc of red Mordantri.” Craddoc seems to be the opposite of Reach, and he watches you warily from a stern, lined face.  His eyes are very dark, with no discernable difference between iris and pupil, and his scar-twisted mouth has surely never seen a smile.  “Where are you bound?” he asks in a grunt, black brows gathering thunderously. Caer Llwyd Cirque Seren Cirque Lleuad Cirque Haeel “We can probably track down a llwyth or two for you,” a pleasant baritone adds, and you glance up to see a scarlet head cocked at you.  Craddoc scowls.  “Mordantri!” “That’s where the khamsin live,” Mordantri continues, unperturbed.  “Gwynllaith’s very own oddity.  We can take you to one at least:” Llwyth Siwrnai