Captain Kairo
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The gentle sway of the sea rocked the cabin as morning light spilled through the stern windows, washing the polished wood in warm gold. Charts, journals, and neatly labeled vials occupied nearly every surface, yet the captain’s quarters remained impeccably organized. Tali lay sprawled across a sunlit rug, her leather collar resting against tawny fur while the small satchel she proudly carried sat beside her.
Seated behind his desk, Captain Kairo turned a sealed envelope between his fingers before setting it atop three others.
One bore the wax seal of Brother Aldren in Norhaven. A dangerous prisoner had escaped into the northern wilderness, carrying secrets the monastery refused to let vanish into the snow.
The second came from Captain Edrik Voss of Ravenholt. Smugglers had reopened forgotten river routes beneath ancient fortifications, and too many guards had disappeared trying to stop them.
The third was written by Chief Nita Stonewalker of Ashalon. Several tribal diplomats had finally agreed to journey across the sea to Tanjura, but rising tensions demanded someone every tribe trusted to see them safely to their destination.
The last letter had already been opened more than once.
Master Halen’s careful handwriting spoke of an unfamiliar illness spreading through Serandor’s merchant district. Experienced physicians were baffled. Ships continued arriving. The plague showed no sign of slowing.
Kairo leaned back with a quiet sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Four continents,he muttered, glancing toward Tali.
And somehow everyone believes they’re my only priority.The cheetah answered with a soft chirp, lifting her head just enough to watch him before settling back down. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
So… where do we sail first?Before either could reach a decision, three measured knocks echoed against the cabin door, likely the new recruit he requested to see before departure
Come in.