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

witches, the woman said, and then: brecheliant. this word was unfamiliar to the listener, who nodded slowly in response to the question as if she had expected it.

yes. brecheliant is far, the prophet lied easily, wondering whether this would invigorate or dishearten the sickly wolf. regardless, the woman could not be allowed to think that her home was anywhere near the islands of the druids. such hope might have her searching for a glimpse of it on the horizon, searching for ways to escape. the listener would not allow her to leave until the unnamed god's will had been made clear.