Ravensblood Forest salt fires

She spoke an unknown language back to him; he let it roll over him, despite the clear contempt in his voice. He nodded along with her words, raising a brow in her description of him as a "pirate."

A craven opportunist, sure. A pirate? He wasn't sure about that.

Food, Hex echoed. Got it. Will do. For them, and for you.

His thoughts rested upon what she'd said before, though, and he cast a glance into the den before looking back at her. I don't know if you'll be fetched, Hex remarked, looking a bit sheepish. One of your warriors ran right into the sea. I saw it. I'll do my best for you, he said, trailing off.

But springing these women might seal my own fate, as well.

No one was coming for them. No one capable, anyway.