The moonlight was beautiful. Above the shore and beneath the waves, it did not matter, the silver glitter was the same, beautiful and kind and soft on the skin, and bright, so bright - it was the hunters moon over the sleeping time on the darkened township of Oviserv.

Oviserv. In the small cove and natural port on the edge of the great fishing schools, it provided a rich bounty to those who respected it, and those who understood the need to give back.

Sitting at the shore, a young woman looked out upon her home, the town, and clasped her hands to the white dress that hugged her small, young figure ever beautifully. A thin veil hid her face, as she sat, watching, and listening to the shore lapping at the rocks.

"You do us proud." Her father had said. "You do us so very proud, choosing to honor our ways, daughter."

Cold comfort, as she watched the water part and a shape lift out, a spear in his hand. His hand, the webbed fingers stretched upon the bone crafted weapon, and his mouth gaped, gasping at the air, tasting the sweetness, the dry feeling over his tongue. Sahuagin, folk of the water, folk of the deep oceans.

He looked upon her with eyes that could not be read, and extended a hand, as if asking, asking if she were ready. He was as nervous as she, though his pride refused to let him show it.

"Come." He breathed, to his bride to be...