Stavanger Bay I am not the slave to history but rather the slave to ambition.

Oh? Such an admission was curious to him. He did not question it, but looked upon her in a new light. Was she some sort of queen returning to a throne, maybe? Something else entirely with great power, perhaps? Not long, he responds to her question with a small shrug of the shoulders. I was on da beach and met them - people of Donnelaith - and was ah, brought among dem, he would need to take some time to learn stronger English, someday. It felt strange to speak with it instead of his creole but Java was too lazy to translate every post so he's stuck with broken bits of speech, go figure. Mwen can show ou?