Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

Dash. Seastorm never quite stopped nipping at his legs while she listened, but her teeth turned gentle. She wondered only briefly how the boy had died, whether they'd dashed his skull against a rock. More likely his throat had been torn out.

Storms don't hide, The assassin pointed out, but her displeasure was mild. He was right, after all. In this state even the least of her brothers would find her an easy target. She bristled slightly to imagine it.