Draknor: Curse of Agrata

The sea captain eyed his unusual passenger as the ship pulled into port. “Agratta tis little more than a barren wasteland bordered by the sea with craggy rocks and bandits. Why do you wish to disembark there?”

The bay was surrounded by jutting basalt rocks, and the port seemed little better than a shantytown. The cry of gulls and boom of the surf filled the air.