Blackwater Islands Staring at the waves, but you don't wanna drown

curses tainted the air as the woman recoiled and then drifted again, eyes fluttering. the listener saw that she held weakly to her own awareness, senses still half lost to sleep and pain. she spoke of gods, angry and full of disdain in her suffering. she sought a place to lay her blame. the listener would offer her a source of solace.

but would she accept it?

there is only one god, the listener crooned, careful to piece the words together in full. soon she would master the language of lesser wolves. and it is by god's will that you live. for a time, at least; soon, a final judgment would be given, and the ailing woman's fate would be decided.