Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

he snorted back.

not an answer, truly, but perhaps the message was clear. sleep eluded him for one reason or another. perhaps God had required something of him tonight.

would you believe me if i told you i do not know? his words honest, as always. bartholomew never dodged things with heda.

i found her at the cape. she is unwell, of body and mind. soul too. it is why i have placed her in the lion's den.

he wet his lips, despite the rain.