"I ... I suppose so," I agreed. It had been my plan to leave the Southlands now that I had got shot of my would be treasure hunting partners but there wasn't a lot to recommend the long sea voyage. The coin I had swindled from Gauln was not inconsiderable, but given there were a number of people back in Andred who were looking for me for various grievances, I wasn't in a rush to spend another few months queasy. Besides the monsoon would be here in a few weeks, a month at the outset, and it wasn't likely I would find a captain willing to sail in hurricane weather. I was certain that I had resources enough to set myself up in the Enclave however. Doubtless there were aristocrats there who had nice things and too much money, which were among my favorite things.

"I honestly hadn't much in mind beyond getting clear of Thornton with my skin intact," I admitted truthfully. The man lobster gave a final dying wail as the bear thing managed to rip aside a plate on its neck and bite deep into its flesh, shaking viciously enough that ichor pattered of the roof beams. The winners cheered and the losers booed as money began to change hands.

"What about you? There is nothing for you here now your raft is destroyed. I bet with a bit of luck and fast talking we can get you a new skiff in Darkwater. You should come with me," I blurted. It wasn't the smart move. I really should have been trying to distance myself from Beren and any possible links back to Thornton, but I had enjoyed his company and a week long hike to Darkwater Crossing wasn't going to be without its risks. Plus have you seen his abs?