Stavanger Bay Maps for the getaway

Wednesday was but an observant presence here. She would do nothing but attack if her captain willed it of her; for bringing blood to rise well past flesh, to make its flow visible, was her passion and craft, not words or friendships. Others feared her, and rightfully so. The bitch was a wildcard. But she was content to be the wildcard of Ferahgo; he let her do as she pleased, and questioned nothing. So she, too, was content to question nothing and do what she was told when it came to matters such as these. Her violent delights had violent ends, but certainly not for she herself.