In the murky shadows of twilight, a Boron priest with a visage weathered by the passage of years and a countenance that mirrored the solemnity of his trade sought an unconventional means to reach the desolate island. Having hired five goblin rowers, a motley crew with crooked grins and mischievous glints in their eyes, they embarked on a log raft, navigating the dark waters that whispered eerie tales of the beyond. The priests's destination, shrouded in mystery and foreboding, awaited their peculiar arrival.
