Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

The pirate listened as she wove a tale of sun-gods and powerful beings of darkness. She did well to take him to a completely different world in her story, and for the first time in a very long time he was as quiet as could be. Both ears were trained to the words that fell from her lips. He waiting until she was done before he turned his head away and processed the small load of information. All of it had interested the corsair, but he had been born and bred to listen to tales of the sea and so he anticipated that this was where his desire to learn more had come from. Regardless, he found the story of Apep to be entrancing, and he turned his attention to the sky to wonder if the tale were true. Of course, the sun seemed to rise every day, but Smokestep was intrigued by the prospect of it never rising again.

“I get that, I do,” he agreed with her last statement with a flashing and toothy smile. “Yer story o' Apep reminds me o' me father. He's a wild dark man, he is. I think he could sink the sun and I wouldn't be at all surprised,” he then added with a small laugh and a slow shake of his head. Of course, Wraen didn't know Skellige and the thought was probably lost on her, but he decided to offer it anyway. “Have ye heard 'bout the Charybdis?” Smokestep then inquired with an eager glance toward her.