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Madness in Freeport - Part 19: Milton’s Folly
As the first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, the harbor was illuminated, revealing an amazing number of ships and boats of every kind.
“I don’t think the harbor’s ever been this crowded,” said Kham in disbelief.
Ilmarė pursed her lips. “Drac’s planning to throw Freeport a party it’ll never forget.”
A dark shadow stretched across the water, growing longer and longer with the rising of the new day’s sun.
Beldin gazed upon the source of the blackness. “And that’s how Drac plans to kick off the celebrations.”
Milton’s Folly loomed over Freeport Harbor. The scaffolding that encased its walls was gone, and the white marble of the lighthouse gleamed in the sunlight. The waters around it were kept clear by a patrol of four Sea Lord cutters filled with marines.
“Now what?” asked Vlad.
“First, we get back to the Temple of Althares. I need to deliver a package to them.” He patted his coat pocket.
“And then?” asked Beldin.
“Then,” said Kham, “maybe we go to the top of that lighthouse and tell the King in Yellow that his subjects are revolting.”
Ilmarė wrinkled her nose. “They really are, too.”
As the first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, the harbor was illuminated, revealing an amazing number of ships and boats of every kind.
“I don’t think the harbor’s ever been this crowded,” said Kham in disbelief.
Ilmarė pursed her lips. “Drac’s planning to throw Freeport a party it’ll never forget.”
A dark shadow stretched across the water, growing longer and longer with the rising of the new day’s sun.
Beldin gazed upon the source of the blackness. “And that’s how Drac plans to kick off the celebrations.”
Milton’s Folly loomed over Freeport Harbor. The scaffolding that encased its walls was gone, and the white marble of the lighthouse gleamed in the sunlight. The waters around it were kept clear by a patrol of four Sea Lord cutters filled with marines.
“Now what?” asked Vlad.
“First, we get back to the Temple of Althares. I need to deliver a package to them.” He patted his coat pocket.
“And then?” asked Beldin.
“Then,” said Kham, “maybe we go to the top of that lighthouse and tell the King in Yellow that his subjects are revolting.”
Ilmarė wrinkled her nose. “They really are, too.”