Sons of Aegir, Daughters of Ran

    I have not always hated the sea. Once, the sea was my life. I was a sailor. A smuggler, to tell the truth. But that was another life, it seems. Now I live on this lonely mountaintop. I shall not leave it to go down to the fjords; not for all the plunder in Gaunorria would I do this. I shall never again go near the sea.

    My family thinks it is because of that storm I survived. The storm was how it started, but the storm is not the reason that I hate the sea. Let them think it was the storm. It is easier for them, that way. Let them think me mad. Let them think they understand. For I am ...

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