Ghost Lion Crag The blood is the life... and it shall be mine.

The man remained silent and respectful through her deliberation, for which Starbuck was grateful. Never one for anger or harsh words, the few times Starbuck snapped at others was for breaking her concentration. He seemed to be pleased by her news. The pleasure was mine, she said. My only regret is that I could not have given you a direction to go in. So I can only advise you to follow your heart, for the heart is wiser than most believe. She cast a glance around, then back at him. If you wish to continue your search now, I would not mind. I would hate to keep you here chatting if you were unwilling.