Ocean's Breath Plateau careful when you come through my way

The woman was peculiar to him; it was almost as though he knew that she was from a place that was far away from where they were. This did not bother him, though; he thought her to be reverent enough that he was not put off by her queries. It was only natural to have a curiosity toward the ocean, he thought. There was something sheer and savage about it, but he knew it well enough that he did not fear for himself when he was within the swell. He hoped that the others who sought to join him had felt similarly.

“Are you a believer in magic?” the looming warhound inquired with a curious tilt of his head. There was a ghostly sort of smile that lingered on the dark line of his lips. His mother had shared enough of the world of magic with him that he could have told stories for years before running dry. Even Skellige had believed in something more that lurked beneath the waves. Ford thought that would have been enticing enough to share with the woman.