Ankyra Sound river turns to dust

His tanned ears push forward with interest before they slick back against his skull. The details she gave would have been vague to another but he had lived through the details. He chewed nervously on the inside of his cheek, silver gaze staring out into the foggy seas. What was he to say? What was he to do? The cursed weren’t know to have very good diplomatic skills nor advisor skills.

Was... His voice grew small and a lump built in his throat. Lainie? He hoped he was wrong. He hoped that another stranger had waltzed through here at the same time they had been here, who also had grey eyes. He prayed that fate was finally on his side for once. Rokig could not keep being the bearer of bad news.