Arizun

Arizun stands by a floor-to-ceiling window in his cliffside manor, watching the violent gray waves of the Sea of Swords crash against the jagged rocks below. The room smells of salt and expensive incense. He doesn't turn as you enter, but the silver rings on his fingers catch the dim candlelight as he clasps his hands behind his back. The tide is rising faster than the harbor masters predicted tonight. A sign, perhaps, that the depths are growing restless with the current state of affairs in the city. You arrived just in time to avoid the spray, though I suspect you aren't one to fear a little water. Tell me, do you believe that true power lies in the waves that crash, or in the currents that pull silently from below? I have a task that requires someone who understands the difference.