Rooms

  The rocky coastline is difficult to navigate here.  The treacherous rocks

shift unpredictably and the sharp edges make finding a foothold difficult. 

The sound of the waves crashing against the coastline fills your ears, the

noise so loud it is almost impossible to hear anything else.  Gulls fly out

over the ocean, fishing.  The misty air from the spray leaves the taste of

the sea in your mouth.  There is not much else worth noting here, the vast

sea stretches out north of you and an empty beach surrounds you on all other

sides.  

 

  A wind blows in from the sea to the north, bringing with it the smell of

the sea.  Salt water sprays your face, the force of the waves sending the

salty taste into your mouth.  In the distance the dockworkers are noisily

going about their business.  The only other sound is the crashing waves

splashing on the northern shore.  

  Sea gulls call in the distance, their white forms blending in with the

cresting waves that approach the rocky shore and crash violently against it.

The spray creates a fine mist around you, wetting your face and body.  The

salty taste is everywhere in the air.  Easterly, the dockworkers are barely

audible.  The ocean north of you continues crashing against the shore,

oblivious to your passing.  

  The rocks shift beneath you and are slick from the constant spray from

Beleg'luin Aelin.  The shoreline bends to the northwest, forming a natural

inlet.  The rocks give way to real sand in that direction.  The rocky beach

stretches east of here.  The misty air invades your senses, clogs your

breathing passages, and makes it difficult to see and breathe.  Everything

is quiet except for the sound of the waves against the rocks.  

  The sandy beach crunches softly beneath your feet.  The sand is slightly

damp from the always-present mist off the sea.  The wind blows in, causing

the sand to get inside your clothes.  It itches irritatingly.  Seagulls

gather nearer the coast here.  Besides the noisy birds, there are few other

sounds.  The sea continues to lap against the shore rhythmically.  

  The taste of salt invades your mouth.  The sand crunches beneath your

feet and sneaks inside your shoes and your toes.  The birds are more daring

here, coming quite close.  A couple fly over your head but do not drop any

presents.  The sea continues its everlasting assault on the shore, oblivious

to your passing.  A few hours after you leave, there will be no trace of

your foot steps, proving your insignificance in the larger scheme of things.

  A breeze from the south blows in, releaving you of the oppressive smell

of the sea.  Almost as quickly as the breeze came, it is gone replaced by

the bitter saltiness of the ocean.  It almost seems as though the sea is

retaliating against the inland shore for invading its space....  The

seagulls are farther out to sea now and the waves continue their lazy

assault on the shore.  

  You are standing on the northeastern tip of the Althainian continent. 

East of here is a large marina with many seaworthy frigates docked in the

major port of Althainia.  The coastline continues west and south from this

point