[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

'My Lord!' came the excited words of the liegeman as his eyes mirrored the nearing White tower. 'Look how the shining spear pierces the Heavens! Truly a great King must rule here!'

Ethar took the steps from Gramil's cabin two at a time, and goggled at what was surely the tallest city he had ever seen. He ignored Jarl's startled glance. The man of Dale had been rather spooked two days out, when Gramil and his assistant made their first appearance above deck. Albeit Gramil was in no condition to notice subtlties. Or anything at all for that matter.

It took some piecing together, but apparently Jarl had knocked at their empty room back at the Inn, not realizing Gramil and all his baggage were already on board. King Fuinur had thought it all a mighty fine joke. Gramil was too weak to appreciate the humor it, and after a brief bit of air disappeared back into his cabin, praying for death.