Freedom. The roll of a ship’s deck under my feet and the sight of nothing but water stretching all around me. That’s what I want. R. E. Nelson knows that. He created that godawful youth for me, locked me away for over a decade doing hard labor in a Toricean prison, created the need to be away from the crush of people and buildings and rooms that close you in. So why did he drag me back from the water, across the broads to Three Havens and all these people? Not that I mind people so much. Especially that little thing Flarynn and those deadly stars she throws. I wouldn’t mind a bit more time with her. And it’s good to see Donovan again and that lethal war party of his. Clever lad, that Donovan, loves freedom as much as me. He would have made a great pirate.
‘Course I remember he nearly killed me. Him and the colonel, that day down at the fountain in Wulfhaven, when I first met the two of them. The colonel acting all serene and superior, telling me I need a sunset, like I’m supposed to know what the hell that means. And then Donovan attacking me. I tried to drown him. Hell, I thought I had drowned him. But he rose up out of the water and gaffed me. I still got the scar on my face.
But after that, it was good to do business with them, pull the scam on Krutzwig, sneak those Gwyntah warriors into Wulfhaven. Turned out to be a good deal for everyone. But just as glad to get the hell out of the city and off the land and back to my ship and my freedom.
From the way it looks, I don’t think R. E.’s gonna let me back onto my ship anytime soon. I hope he knows what it does to a man, shutting him away from what he craves, needs, loves. All I gotta say is, he better know what he’s doing.