Twilight creeps over Ardrigor. Ylva sulks in the bow of the Raven Cloud, watching as Arvid debates tactics with his crew. At the end of the quay, unnoticed, Inric waits for dark. Mathea creeps through the lengthening shadows of the palace halls, keeping a wary eye out for guards in case she needs to pretend she's lost. And, as the sun sets, one of the crew comes to Arvid with worrying - infuriating - news. "Boss, that lass's gone!" "Oh, for -" Ylva had had enough of waiting.