Blacktail Deer Plateau Under cloud and under star

With a grunt, Ramsay clambered up to the flat ground at the top of the towpath, then glanced down at Mal with a wry expression. He could relate. His journey through the untamed wilderness with Euron was kind of like that—always moving forward, trying to outrun the past in a way. Euron had broken free of it but Ramsay was tethered to his past and it caught up to him in the end. It did so on his terms, however, and that was all he could ask for in this life.

Something wrong with the coast? he wondered, more out of curiosity than genuine interest. Never been, he clarified, in case what Mal was eager to be away from was common knowledge.