Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

Wraen knew of the Leviathans! Smokestep was impressed by this, for most that he had spoken to – aside from his crew – were unaware of the monsters that lurked in the depths. This green-eyed beauty, though, seemed to know well enough about the wild creatures. His eyes were alight with joy at the prospect and his mouth stretched in a wide grin that showed his teeth. “Aye, that's right,” he confirmed with a swift bob of his head, tail flagging behind him pleasantly.

The girl asked him if he knew of two distinct sea creatures, and he was surprised when he did not know of the latter. The pirate squinted his eyes and turned to look at her with an incredulous expression. “Jormungandr, I do know o',” he responded with a thoughtful frown. “Tell me more about this Apep fella? Wot's he like?” Smokestep was eager to know more about the waters and the creatures that hid in the darkest portions. All of his life he had heard tale of the Leviathans and many of the cousins, but he knew that there had to be more. Perhaps it was fate that he should cross paths with Wraen that day.