The sun is just beginning to rise and a cool breeze caresses the quiet shores of Nen Harn. Nothing seems to disturb the two wanderers. Threland sleeps on the soft sand of the strand, while Sefa swims a little way off the shore, keeping herself away from Threland so as not to awaken him. Her hat, scarf, sword, boots and gloves are all in a pile beside him. She spends her time seeing how far down she can dive, daring herself to go deeper and deeper.
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