“Would you care to explain to me, captain, how you got two of my men killed?”
Llorrin frowned. “Two?”
Captain Willow took off his hat and started tapping it on his desk. “Two.” Small specks of blood still stained the hat, as well as his uniform.
“Allard succumbed to his injuries,” he told Llorrin flatly.
“Stars,” Llorrin cussed, very disappointed. He’d known the young marine only briefly, but he’d taken an instant liking to him. He’d never complained or hesitated to carry out orders, but all of that counted for little now. “I told Carekon to tend to him fi
By the time Llorrin got back to his cabin Fairmount and Jeredan were already at work. Elena had written several pages, but was looking weary. Jeredan on the other hand seemed more enthusiastic about retelling their journey than Llorrin had expected.
“… and then I took off two naga’s heads with one swing,” Jeredan said as Llorrin was closing the door behind him.
“Very poetic,” Fairmount said as she struggled to keep up with Jeredan’s pace.
Llorrin quietly walked over to the desk, picking up some of the pages Elena had written. Her handwriting was pretty much flawless, far better than his own, but Ll
Fairmount followed him so closely he could feel her breath brushing against the back of his neck. She only gave him some space once they'd reached the entry hall to the forecastle, where they found the others. Elena hadn’t been kidding when she said the murlocs were pressing them hard.
Jeredan and Jake had placed a table they’d most likely gotten from the mess hall against the door, and were doing their utmost to keep it there. The force of the blows sent them reeling backwards every time the door was hit. Water seeped into the forecastle slowly with each hit, which made Llorrin believe there was something worse than a murloc try
The first thing he felt was that he was lying on his back. Then he noticed the gentle rocking of the ship. His eyelids seemed to stick to his eyes, forcing him to take his time to open them. He found himself in a relatively dim part of the ship which was illuminated only by a strange, blue light that seemed to be coming from right behind him. Someone was standing over him. Everything was still hazy, but Captain Fairmount’s white hair was unmistakable even in the relative darkness of the hold. He groaned as he pushed himself up to a sitting position, and put one hand on the painful spot on his ribs, were daggers s
The attack on his body and his mind had pained him far more than Jeredan’s hands ever could. Fairmount may not have realized the extent of his troubles, but she had at least been right: he needed help. It was too late to go to Carekon now, and he didn’t feel like he could make it to the infirmary even if he tried, but he decided he'd seek the chaplain's help first thing tomorrow. Must… get to… sleep, Llorrin thought, struggling towards the bed on the far end of the room. Every step felt like a trek over a mountain, but he finally made it, collapsing onto the mattress.
He saw a girl with golden hair and a bow, holding
“You didn’t need to act that way to Elena, you know. She’s been very helpful,” Llorrin told Irewyth as they finished crossing the bridge.
“For now. Soon, she’ll want something in return…” Irewyth said, walking very slowly in the direction of her cabin.
"You act as if you know her," Llorrin said, taken aback by Irewyth's hostility towards Elena.
Irewyth shrugged. “I know her kind,” Irewyth said. The two marines posted on the deck saluted as Llorrin and Irewyth walked past them, then got to work on pulling the bridge connecting both ships back in. The deck was empty apart from them
When Dagren had gone, Llorrin suddenly noticed he felt incredibly cold, and decided to return to his cabin. Back inside, he marched past the door to the mess hall absentmindedly, barely hearing the noise. His head was spinning from all the new information. He’d always looked up to people like Dagren. Now he was no longer as sure. He sighed as he entered the cabin, shaking off his worries. The chanties of the men on the lower decks could still be heard even here, at the second highest part of the ship, but Llorrin felt positive he’d be able to sleep through it. The fight had taken more out of him than he would’ve dared to adm
Llorrin pretended to be happy to see Willow.
“Ah, Captain Willow! You’re just the man I needed. We have an important matter to discuss,” Llorrin said, ignoring his question.
“You didn’t answer me,” Willow said icily as Llorrin worked his way past him.
“It can wait. What I have to tell you is much more important,” Llorrin said.
Willow didn’t look any happier for it, but his curiosity had clearly been piqued. He followed Llorrin to his cabin.
Willow took the news of Jake’s innocence well. He even approved of Llorrin’s plan to keep quiet about it to the crew until they reache
“Very important, hm? Maybe he’s finally finished that secret thing he’s been working on,” Llorrin said as he walked past Fairmount, eager to see what Queron wanted to show him.
“I bloody well hope so,” Captain Fairmount said as she walked alongside him. “His hammering is driving me mad. Did I ever tell you I’m a very light sleeper?”
“Not that I recall,” Llorrin said.
Elena stretched out her arms and yawned. “Now that I think about it, I might have some catching up to do.”
Llorrin raised an eyebrow. “What, you don’t want to see Queron’s secret l
Though they had managed to shake off Ork’thar’s pirates, they weren't safe yet. So far the ship had done well against the storm, but one strong wave could still be enough to topple it. Llorrin was almost beginning to miss the presence of the pirate ship. It’d given him something to focus on, while now all he could do was wait. No, actually there is something I have to do, right away, he suddenly realized.
“Keep her steady,” Llorrin told Borax as he left the bridge and started hurrying down the stairs.
Llorrin remembered how Elduin had told him about how he and his followers had been using demonic energies to en