Walking into the main deck Sandor saw a slim and tall female humanoid tucked away in a dark spot, rolling dice onto a barrel. Her left cheek singed with a circular scar, dagger pointed thin ears protruding from her short raven hair.

An elf! It must be an elf Sandor thought. Sandor's predecessor seems to have never met any other race than his own.

"Snake eyes." She said as she chuckled. "I bet that's what they look like." Approaching her, he spoke out to her,

"May I ask what you are doing?"

"Rolling dice. Deciding fates."

"And may I ask whose fates you're deciding?"

"Don't worry honey, it isn't yours." Scanning up and down his body, she smiled coyly. "Never say never though."

Feeling a bit unnerved with her response he decided to take a leave and best not tempt his fate. Stepping away he turned from her and walked off towards the opposite end of the deck. Giving him one last stare before returning to her game of dice.

At the opposite end of the deck, he saw 3 children with collars adorning their necks surrounding a ginger-haired woman. Noticing his approach she interloped her arms around his.

"There you are, husband!" She let out an uncomfortable cough. "Would you please, tell this gaggle of very charming brats that I am no accounts this 'Lohse' woman? Nor do I sing - in fact, I'm deathly, deathly allergic."

Playing along with her, he took her arm with a grin, shooing the children away.

"You three must be mistaken! This is my fair wife, Madame Josephine Gribbles De Peeb!"

A grin cracked on her face, she hurriedly shoos the children away from her.

"Okay, okay you found me out. Go on and git and maybe I'll sing to you another time when I'm good and ready!"

Turning to him she smiled flatly dark-eyed and dirty-haired extending her hand. "Gotta keep ourselves entertained, haven't we."

"Right that you are. A little laughter won't kill anyone, you're Lohse I'm presuming?" Taking her hand he shook it.

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"You'd presume right."

"Why oughtn't we to have a look around together? You can watch my back and I'll do the same. Plus being with you seems to be quite entertaining."

"Thanks, but I already belong to an elite and exclusive ship gang. We play ball every day after lunch. You're much too soft for it." A hint of a genuine smile seems to crack upon her face.

"You take care, though."

Getting her response he hesitated before Lohse's eyes cloud to an unnatural black. Veins running down her face, with a cruel sneer replacing the hint of a smile. As quickly as it came, the clouds seem to clear turning back to a smile. A sense of doubt seemed to have come upon him as if he thought it was just his imagination.

This place seems to be filled with maniacs and psychos. No one seems to be normal here but me.

Turning away from her he continued along with the deck, keeping to his own as to not draw any unwanted attention to himself. He hurried along to a magister guarding a door.

"Good day sir, I was sent by Magister Siwan to register."

"Good, good; The name's Payde and Magister William is just about done with the last passenger. You farin' okay so far?" Giving him an annoyed glare, Sandor responded.

"As if I'd be fine waking up being collared like a damn dog, stuck in a ship with a bunch of lunatics and a murderer." Magister Payde tugs the collar of his uniform and lets out a small chuckle.

"Sorry you're upset, sir. But we all wear what we wear for a reason. I'm simply just doing my job. But you head-on now, Magister William'll get you sorted fast." Magister Payde opened the door to the next room, gesturing him onward.

Letting out a small grunt in response and an annoyed glance, Sandor continued on his way.

Standing in the center of the room, Sandor spotted a collared female sourcerer haughtily eyeing a pair of nervous-looking magisters. Keeping their crossbow trained on her as they interrogated her.

"So you admit it then? You murdered that poor fellow?" One of the magisters asked.

"Yes, I did. But of course, that's just the beginning." Noticing the new arrival the female sourcerer turned and stared Sandor straight in the eye. "There are others whose lives must end."

Others? Who on this boat must die? This boat truly was filled with monsters, Sandor thought to himself.

"Good gods, the woman's mad!" the magister exclaimed. Turning to Sandor the magister then gave orders. "You there! sourcerer! Go and fetch Magister Siwan! We need to chain this maniac: we need to completely control her. She's too dangerous to leave alive."

Before he could give a response to the magister the female sourcerer spoke.

"Your journey comes to a close. You will be pleased for the finale though. Because..." Before she finished her last word she reached for her and simply removed it. With a simple gesture of her hand, the collar fell upon the floor "I'm just about to create a scene."

"Subdue her, men! Quickly! If she casts any source, the Voidwoken will come and end us all!" The magister shouted at his men.

"Precisely" Smiling with a wicked satisfaction, the sourcerer replied. She waved her hand as a circle of magic enveloped her, while she quickly chanted ominous words. The sourcerer then again waved her hand again and a wave of fiery explosion let out as she finished her chant. The ship seemed to have rocked back and forth as she let out her spell.

"[Ignition]"

Sandor's eyes faded to black as the last thing he saw was the group of magisters combusting to a slab of meat.