The morning started unmatched in beauty and splendor with clear
skies and cool breezes but soon took an abrupt turn for the
worse.  Vezmarth, son of Ralisk, lie under an overturned boat on
the shores east of Leyawiin. His first contract went nowhere
near as planned and now he is being hunted by the very men he
was pursuing. A violent storm passes through as he holds onto
the boat with one hand and the other firmly grips his bow. The
sounds of what seemed to be a hundred footsteps drew closer and
closer. A loud clap of thunder followed by a faint voice saying
"look, check under the boats!" for there were several on the
shore. There happened to be a hole in the bottom of the boat
where he could see and possibly fit an arrow through. Lightning
crashes into the beach and the fierce winds blow more viciously.
The search is soon called off for the storm would not let up.
One by one the cutthroats turn around and march back to town. He
holds the bow passed down to him by his father, given to him by
Sithis himself, p