Danulf stood at the wheel of his ship. The skies at the bottom of the ship glided effortlessly over the bright yellow sand of the northern desert. He was at peace with his life and enjoying the morning.
The sun was not too hot and the sky a deep blue. He looked up at the sky taking in everything he enjoyed. A piece of parchment came down from the heavens hitting Danulf right on the nose. It bounce off, his face, then rolled off the wheel, to drop down to the floor with a plunk sound.
Danulf looked up once again to see where this parchment came from. There was nothing to see. He shrugged his shoulders took his hand off the wheel, bent down to get the parchment. He unrolled it and read the contents of the message. He then went back to the wheel of his ship changing coarse.
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