The sharkpony Princess returned a few days later, and Sawtooth arranged for my mistress and I to have an audience with him as soon as possible. As it turned out, that meant appearing before the Princess late that night, but even so, Madame Fog appreciated the immediacy. Sawtooth escorted us, along with a small contingent of guards--or pirates, I could not distinguish.

It was on our way to the meetingplace that we came under attack. I was in the midst of sharing some quiet words with Sawtooth when a pale figure leapt from the roof of a nearby ship and tackled a guard. I heard a horrific ripping sound, and when the creature looked up I saw the face of a nightmare. Pale skin stretched across the expanse where eyes should have rested, slits made up the only form of a nose, and its jagged gaping maw still dripped with the gore of its attack.

Sawtooth and I moved as one to attack...
My mistress was my sole concern...