He looked longingly out to sea. Two months had passed since he had set out on his journey. The promise of adventure and the lure of treasure seemed like distant memories. His traveling companion, the former Wielder named Talia, had stuck by him the entire time. Her fascination with the Warlock was puzzling to him, but he welcomed the company. All the other Wielders he had heard of had hated Warlocks. In fact, the group was formed for the very purpose of opposing the Warlocks. The pair had stumbled upon a ship Captain who had promised them a great many things. Unfortunately, none of them seemed to pan out. Though they had been able to leave the mainland behind, but they had not gotten as far as Septimus would have liked. Their journey had dropped them off at the Valorian Isles. Each island was home to a warlord that claimed kinghood over the entire island group, resulting in frequent raids between islands. One such raid had cost Septimus his ship and forced him to throw his lot in with a Captain whose reputation was less than stellar (though still better than any other Captain among the Valorian Isles).
