Dragoncrest Cliffs Flotsam

The seaman hummed in acknoledgement of Mireille’s statements. Yet he, by the tone of their smalltalk, felt like they stood in shallow waters together – too guarded to venture back into the deep. “Aye, you three will make a fine triarchy… like tha prongs of a trident,” Njord predicted.

He followed her gaze. Echoes of crashing waves were a constant reminder of the nearby coastline, if not the brine in the air. Mireille’s wistful look tipped the pot of shame in his heart, and suddenly words started to spill out.

“Mireille, I am sorry fer everythin’,” he apologized. “For my absence… now an’ before. It wasna fair to you… to Sobo an’ Loko. I drew myself away, an’ tha was a selfish thing ta do. An’ now, I abandoned my post besides Meerkat an’ our children… I am a shameful man and will be forever repentin’ for it.”