It was just after dawn as the small, flat bottom boat glided across the river, silent and peaceful. Like a dream, the cloaked figure standing in the bow could barely tell they were moving. The fog was thick and damp and the lamp hanging off the bow made it seem bright as day. The chill of morning ran deep, but the hooded wool cloak of the traveler had kept him dry and warm in worse weather than this. Devon paid the boatman and stepped cautiously onto the dock. The man glimpsed the hilt of a sword beneath the traveler’s cloak. Wisely, he kept his tongue realizing knowledge was worth much to those who were waiting for this day. Devon returns to the place of his birth to discover the truth of his life. The woman he loves and had not seen since childhood had sent him a message pleading with him to return. His travels and adventures had changed who he was as well as his destiny.