"Ominous signs are approaching."
A violet lamp, a lone boat floating on a black river, and the ferryman.
A setting so familiar now that Enkrid could envision it with his eyes closed.
It was a dream.
And he was on the ferryman’s boat.
"What do you mean by ominous signs?"
Enkrid sat at the edge of the boat, idly wondering if he should cross his legs.
