Neverwinter Forest Neptune

If you were stronger than a tree I wouldn't have to be so careful, Seastorm argued cheerfully, climbing back to her feet with some effort. Wolves are squishy. Wolves bleed.

Her ears fell, though, when he questioned her. Seastorm. I lost a fight, Her clipped tone was meant to discourage further probing, but Seastorm immediately contradicted her own reticence, adding: I should be dead. But Catamaran found me.

It felt good to say it, somehow. I should be dead. Every day that thought circled in her head, around and around until she thought she might go mad. It happened sometimes, at the Glass Cove, but an assassin gone mad wasn't always the worst outcome. She didn't fear madness so much as dread it, like old age or complacency; not quite a tragedy, but never desirable.