The air was warm and dry on Imari’s skin, as she stepped of the old wooden planks connecting the Old Tarantia boat to the docks. Having only ventured into Stygia’s lands a couple times before in her life, Khemi still held many secrets to be found. The townspeople looked on with sharp eyes as Imari took small gentle steps up the path past the many statues of snakes on the docks. At the top of the steps stood an old hooded man, whose wrinkles told many stories of his life, his light green eyes looking down at Imari.