Dragoncrest Cliffs smoke pirate

pirates? sobeille exclaimed, excitement rippling the fur along her ruff. she sniffed astera’s pelt as if the scent of them might still remain — how she wanted to become one, to live the rough and tumble salt-life of her storied ancestors.

what dey be like? did you live wit’ dem? her gaze cut from the sea back to astera, bright with goldcoin interest.