[Cailín]

In a pub not far from the harbour, two adventurers sat opposite each other. One of them appeared to be a young woman with a less than impressive posture and guileless eyes. The other was of a different mold: an old sailor with a weather-beaten face and hands that seemed to be made out of leather. He had the voice of one who was a stranger in every land.

"You are certain about this?"

The young woman nodded and smiled a half-nervous, half-mysterious smile.

"I swear, sir. I know I can find the place. I only need some help. Or, more precisely, a boat."

In contrast to his, her voice was high and clear, even audible when she tried to lower it to a whisper.

"You have a map? Directions?" He sounded sceptical.

"I have everything we need to know. You will just have to trust me."

"I fail to see why I need make you captain." He leaned back into the chair and took another swig of his drink.

"Well…" she started, and as she spoke, a fire appeared in her eyes that strangely contrasted with her innocent features.