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.

she could scarcely hold back the slew of questions as astera spoke — settling with interest at astera’s feet, sobeille drank in every last word of her friend’s narrative.