He sat about his office shuffling through the papers quickly as he made off in all directions at once. He, accompanied by Delliah and a long push cart with wheels. Passing by the postman he made the exchange of his evelopes. A breif nod, something was fishy about the relationship between the postal worker and the retired wizard. Yes, indeed, something undoubtedly aloof. What dark plans await at the end of this transaction. What are the contents of these envelopes?


For now let us see what unfolds next.

The streets of Rhydin were filled with the aroma of a very special concotion indeed. The fragrant notes of spices played a silent melody into the air which aroused the senses. Men and women, children everyone could find this scent...alluring.

Cinder, the Elven man which runs the Salvage yards rarely made public appearances only when he would go into town to buy goods at the markets or to have a drink at his favorite pub.

Sure enough he came pushing a simple wooded cart with a metal drop in tray which held a large cauldron, firestones glowing slowly about the bars. Beside the cauldron was a few baskets with various baked sweets, candied yams wrapped in foil with cinnamon sugar, and fresh butter. Jolly Breads, made with crystallized ginger and cranberries. Underneath a few jugs of awaited to fill up the cauldron.

He stopped the cart in the middle of the city, he pulled up a stool and stood on top of it looking around.

"Peoples of this Country".

He took the ladle in the pot and stirred some as he poured the first cup.

"The Salvage Yards enjoyed a triple season, many have employed us to undertake your needs out and about the sea. I want to thank anyone who had used us in the past hundred years, truly if the McKennitt boys, John and Peter were still with us they would be most gracious. I hope I am running the place as they would have liked. As a token of my appreciation and the anniversirary of the Salvage Yards, please, enjoy some Gluhvine, candied yams and Jolly breads".

Delliah just stood there watching the crowd grow. She purred softly as some children came by curious of the exotic snowy cat.

Cinder passed out several cups of spiced wine, with wedges of citrus and cinnamon stick. He poured himself a cup as well, the warm drink had a potion effect. The troubles and coldness of ones heart could thin, if only for a moment.

Holding up his cup. "As for this seasons re opening, I wish to make a new additon onto the Salvage Yard Family, there will be an unveiling tomorrow evening, all are welcome and more wine and treats will be served. Also, the historic Destiny is now open for tours. Please see the office for details". He drank and others did too. It was a rare treat to be so openly kind to the citizens of Rhy'Din but truly he was just like them, hard working trying to get by.

His Jolly Breads were a special curiosity, one of the few Ferishan foods many Rhydinians had yet to try, they instantly loved it, and he knew. A grin crossed whis face as he bit into one himself.

Again once more he gazed at the bay doors opening to which the crew hauled out.

"By the storms eyes"!

He coughed a bit as he headed over to assist them with the cargo.

Onto a dolly they all carefully eased it down. The heavy industrial crane did most the work. It was a precious lot indeed. The object in question was of course an ancient vessel, suitable of carrying a person across the depths of the ocean. As Cinder had surmised, it was where the ancient text said the lost city was once found. Buried beneath the sea. 22.4 Kilometers off the coast of Avalon.

"Lemuria". The elf whispered to him self as he closed his eyes feeling the burning sensation within his heart.

"How much does it weigh, 600 no 800 stones"?

"764.6 stones. What do you plan on doing with it and what is it anyways"? Bessie spoke up after hoping off the crane and looked down from the Sea Song.


"Ah, in due time friends".

He returned to the office in much better spirits despite the persistent coughing.

Finishing up another letter on his typewrite looking at the pictures to the sides of his desk. He wondered if he too was thought about during their busy lives. People drifted away while others remained tight and others had no choice but to be parted. He smiled faintly and fondly at them for a moment taking a sip from his coffee mug. He took out his stamp and marked each paper and then folded them neatly into an envelope.

Gazing outside the window as his crew secured the vessel and two forklifts positioned themselves before it. He smiled once more, and returned to his work.

"All's done. What now to do"?

He coughed stirring the phlegm in his throat. Despite all things he was growing terribly ill hiding things was his favored attribute. He took a sip herbal medicines and man made drugs from his coffee mug once more. He sighed heavily walking over to the door of the office; he pushed open the screen door and locked it in place. There was no need to keep the screen in, the weather was getting cold. He replaced the screen with the storm window, carefully screwing in the bottom screws, they were stripped but kept up, and perhaps next time he will replace them.

He wrapped his arms around himself and inspected his projects in the warehouse behind the office.

She stirred the Red conccotion in the cauldron and poured herself a cup heading to the gate. Showing the gate gaurd her identification. A breif nod and she was allowed inside, she passed Bessie, Nails and Simon.

"Still working for sawdust Bessie". She grined

"Ay an be worth a heafty load that sawdust these days". She smiled back and headed out the gate.

"What does that mean"? She said silenty to herself. The place was rather different. She sipped the cup.

"This is wine? Blaugh! I think not"..... She tossed the cup aside spilling the rest on the ground.