Blackwater Islands clock of the time dragon

Visala.

The Speaker studied their Listener for a moment, assessing her quickly and deciding that she seemed well enough. Satisfied that the Keeper was still faithful to her duties, Kerosene nodded once to themself and took in a breath. That was one worry off their plate, at least.

The islands are in a dreadful state, Kerosene clicked their tongue as if the land might hear their disapproval and take heed. Untended for too long. I don't suppose you have any bright ideas? Pfft. Asking for orders. Their parents would have been proud, but Kerosene felt fit to vomit.