Silvertip Mountain Through the big top tent up high

Another quiet cluck; Catamaran had grown up on stories of far-off wars along the coast. There was a place near this land that he intended to visit, though he was not certain he'd be able to find it. Blackrock Depths — the place from which his grandmother hailed.

The bounty hunter wondered how important it really was to him. Yes, he had been born of the sea — but he had been turned out of that place. Did the salt water still run in his veins, even after all the blood he'd spilt so far inland?

Catamaran was quiet as well, eventually parting ways with the hárkonungr, citing the need to familiarize himself with the territory.