It had all started with a rumor. Instead of Raile, though, this time the dynamic duo of Drake and Vela had found their own source, and with it, a rare treat. If they completed this little raid on their own, they could keep 100% of the profits, since Raile was not involved. That was motivation enough, and so they researched more into their rumor.
On an island off the coast of Abed lay a tomb, one said to be the place of rest for a legendary knight. Cassius was his name, and in his days he had wandered the world rescuing dragons and slaying damsels in distress. Well, something like that, at least. The details of who he was, or what he did were really of no consequence. No, it was what he had that interested Drake and vela the most. There was supposedly a small fortune laid to rest in his tomb, as well as his legendary sword, shield, and armor. The set alone could be worth billions of silver if handed over to the right person.
And so, after they had done their proper research, they lifted off with the airship, and set sail to the island.
To both of their surprise, the trip was uneventful. However, they quickly realized that there was nowhere to land on the island, and so the duo set down a few miles out of the island, and took a small raft the rest of the way.
For tropical islands, it wasn’t a bad place. The heat was a little on the rough side, but Drake and Vela had come prepared. Drake stripped off his shirt, packing it into his bag, and he was wearing shorts. He made sure his weapon was strapped to his belt, and nodded that he was ready.
“The tomb was that way,” Drake said, pointing. They had scouted out its location earlier when they did an aerial overview. “Shouldn’t take too long. Maybe half a day. We can set up camp outside of it, and from there determine if we want to head in today, or wait till tomorrow.” He wiped his brow. Even a dragon could get uncomfortably sweaty.