Children of Time

Krakataos looked solemnly at the departing ship from his command post. The emblems of St. Cuthbert on its sails were slowly disappearing beneath the horizon. The meeting had been... interesting, as interesting as any discussion with a mon-keigh could get. Sometimes he wondered why Hryx found them so fascinating... A base and short-lived race, ruled only by the demands of their oh-so primitive mammal brains. Bound by their instincts of lust, fear and anger, he had met only one that he considered an equal, and his ship was disappearing in the distance. Strange that a mon-keigh could have such discipline and ruthlessness...

Although, he had to concede, these adventurers had managed to survive the assassins he had sent, so they might provide some sport for his marines if they came across them. The thought of battle invigorated him as he shouted out orders to his crew. The sails were raised and oars extended as the ship turned southwards towards the archipelago.