Dragoncrest Cliffs you got a boy like him, a man like me

sobeille was riveted by interest. her gaze flitted to the gravesite not so far from here, envisioning the bodies that remained while the souls fled long ago.

there were times she remembered val telling bedtime stories: how he would speak of the sea witch that haunted the grotto. de sea witch? she blurted suddenly, eyes narrowing as the small pieces began to turn in place, revealing a larger picture. an’ were dey pirates too? ‘ow did dey all meet?