Dragoncrest Cliffs it was war and you are made of meat

oh sword.

poor swordfish who had entrusted quen. his gut sunk further and his sobs could not be softened now.

oh, meemee and njord be hatin' me, don't dey? his guilt bursted at the seems. busted free of him in wracked waves. i ain't fit to be no pirate leader, maman. lookit 'im!

and he most certainly did not feel fit to go to the rise now. not in the way lilia had wanted.