Bael was on his ship, waiting. The fleet was not far away now - he could see the first ships in the distance. They were going to meet in the Red Bay, and start the raid on the villages nearby. It was a simple plan, and he liked to think that simple plans were always the best. His men were getting ready to fight, but he did not need to - what the hell? He felt... Something. It was like a call - but it was in his head. Maybe he needed to sleep - again! Without thinking, he turned the ship to the nearest shore - ignoring the other men's shouts - and he left the ship as soon as he could. During the following hours, he met with a rider in the woods and stole his horse - the man was a farmer, and he fainted when he saw a tall, strong man in a black armor getting out of the woods. He rode for a few hours, but soon something strange happened - one moment his horse was following a road in the woods, going south, and a few seconds later he was in front of a cave. The wheater and the time of the day were different.
Now, Bael was not a magician, but he knew that was magical, and everyone in the North knew that magic was bad. There was only one thing he could do now. The Black Giant drew his longsword, and he walked slowly into the cave.