The day dawned cold and misty, shrouding their destination as if that might somehow delay events. It was the kind of thing that almost made Binhadi believe old myths about weather mages. But for all the myths that were proving to be true after all, that one was firmly anchored in wishful thinking. If there were people capable of commanding the weather, nobody would be alive.
Though he half-wished they would be forced to turn back, or the mist would cause them to go off course, they reached Lirana's Island without incident and delayed only an hour. The sun had still not risen completely, leaving the world washed out and dreary.
Binhadi's breaths misted as he stepped out of the boat onto the large stone and wood pier. He offered a hand to Sule, then to Cemal as Sule helped Mahzan, and they stood watching as the boat pushed off again. The man had offered to wait for them, but Binhadi wanted as few civilians around as possible.