Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

Swordfish didn’t know how to accept a compliment, so he hummed a soft sound and dipped his head. It was nice that Quennell believed he could do what he’d set his mind to. There had been moments he’d considered something else, something easier on him. Hunting came with great rewards and benefits to his skills. If he was a good hunter, he became valuable. The stars did not necessarily prove to be valuable, not yet.

Whatcha gonna do with yerself, Quen? Ya got dreams, huh? He seemed the type to have his sights set high. All this talk about piracy was foreign to Swordfish. He’d listen to more of it, but didn’t know how to ask.