Port Wrath lies on the eastern coast of Historica, to the north of the Rakath mountains.
The North Rakath Mountains trading company has a guild house at Pt Wrath that serves as a staging point for vessels heading out on trading missions.
One afternoon a pair of travellers arrive seeking fast passage to the land of the Drow, far to the east of Historica's borders.
The travellers are travelling light and willing to pay whatever it takes.
Dr Rod never lets an opportunity like that pass so agrees to send them off on his fastest vessel.
The travellers make haste and board immediately.
The male traveller is anxious to get going and hands over extra gold to the Captain.
They are soon underway and the ship's captain offers the travellers his quarters and proposes a toast to their voyage as way of good luck.
The two men raise their goblets and the male traveller starts to relax at last.
He downs the whole goblet in one go and smiles for the first time since fleeing Cedrica. Suddenly he feels a piercing pain in his back and drops his goblet!
His death is quick but not without pain. The ship's captain is stunned and backed into a corner.
"Don't hurt me he cried!". "It was not you I was after", said the woman with a sneer.
"Now change course for the Mystic Isles, I have further work there..." With that she left the room, a smug look on her face.