*Xander*

The weather had been in our favor as we sailed to Breles. The three of us spent most of the journey arguing about what needed to happen when we got there.

I wanted to drop the anchor of the ship outside of Breles, somewhere we wouldn’t have to cut through the city and risk being seen on our way to Crimson Creek. Adrian thought docking in Breles was the best chance of finding a vehicle that could take us to Crimson Creek, but Oliver shot down both ...