Inric walks down from the palace and stops to stare out over the harbour. Magistra Colle was right. The harbour is packed, with longships at every available mooring. At the far end is a smaller ship, a familiar shape. He makes his way down to where the Raven Cloud is tied up. A crewman pops his head up and stares at Inric in shock. "What are you doing here?" "That is what I would ask you."