For three days and nights, dockhands and harbor masters along the Gray Harbor spoke in hushed tones of a crimson-sailed vessel making its slow way up the Sea of Swords. Rumors flew faster than gulls: some said it was a warship, others a merchant vessel, and a few whispered it was a slaver ship or pirate vessel. When dawn rose on the 5th of Marpenoth, 1361, the truth—or at least part of it—was revealed.
The Scarlet Marrow, a Thayan trade galley bearing the banners of the Tharch of Bezantur, and Zulkirs, moored just past Dock Four. In sharp contrast to the bustle of local sailors and merchants, the Thayans moved with a chilling precision as the contents of the ship was unloaded and new goods from the Enclave were loaded in turn. Each crate and chest was marked with sigils denoting arcane reagents, exotic silks, or spices said to grow only in the east.
Few dared linger near the Thayan crew for long; Overseeing it all was a Red Wizard. He spoke little, but his gaze measured every motion, every whisper.
As evening fell and the last goods were loaded, the Scarlet Marrow unfurled its sails once more, ready to depart. Keen-eyed sailors and night watchmen noticed something peculiar, however: one of the vessel's passengers who had left in the morning had never returned.