The city was near empty, the chaos from the night before having taken its toll. Ships had left the docks en masse, each one loaded with more potential adventurers than it should possibly be carrying. The only ships left were a few row boats, a couple of trawlers and the Scarlet Dragon, it's flag half-heartedly flapping in the icy cold wind that came off the Dunleo, a massive change from the usual warm breeze that always seemed to keep the city warm no matter the season.

Papers danced through the air, on each one a copy of the prophecy printed though a few had scribbles on them as people tried to decipher what exactly the prophecy meant and how anyone was supposed to fulfill it. Many had left the city at exactly sunrise, hoping that was the time to start the quest. Others had gone to the Sunrise Inn hoping that was where to start. And others still started off at the Tavern of the Rising Sun, popping in for a quick beer before heading out.

Rumours and theories were spreading like wild fire, each one adding fuel to another and another until it was hard to tell what the original blaze started as. All that was known was that Pulani was about to have a lot of visitors, only a few actually thinking to grab maps of the area before they took off.

The city's colours were muted, flags ripped down and paints covered in dirt from the mad scramble of the night before. It made everything seem final, the overcast sky only compounding matters and getting a few of the more superstitious to break out their charms against rain, the charms only ever making an appearance in hurricane season.

And it felt very much like hurricane season. The calm before the storm, the people locked inside their homes, the lack of boats and colours... It was eerie to say the least and only seemed to be getting eerier still. Bars and taverns, normally open even in the worst of rains, were shutting their doors tightly and turning anyone who got near away.

The Tavern of the Rising Sun, one of the few taverns still open, was filled with people, adventurers ready to start their quest and people recovering from a rough night of drinking in equal measure. Some were still drinking in an attempt to forget what was going on around them. There was an air of untapped potential, as if something was waiting to start and when it did, it would be impossible to stop. It was the air of adventure. And some were desperately trying to ignore its existence in a vain attempt to lengthen their lifespans.