![]() ![]() Sweet with rum, nothing but the wind and salt in our faces, freedom in our hearts. Time was, Tarkleigh and I would smuggle all 'bout the coast of Oriath. Too gaga-eyed over his lost cause of a fishwife, Nessa. He's got no time for his old bunkmates days though. Yea, I knew Tarkleigh if you catch me drift. I can only hope, one day, me own stories will reach his ears and make him proud of the granddaughter he had to leave behind. ![]() He used the bones of the great beast to reinforce the hull of his ship, the Black Crest. Thick clouds of blood bloomed beneath the waves, roses flowering in the black water, and impossible though it seemed, the already shadowed ocean grew darker still… The ballista fired and the harpoon smote that creature right between the ribs as it made to dive back under the angry sea. And right then he vowed, to sea and sky, that he and he alone would be the one to finally kill this bastard son of the Brine King. No sooner had the others turned in fear from the great, white Leviathan, did Weylam load the ballista with his final harpoon. Weylam Roth… here, let me share something I remember from me granddaddy’s stories. So you come see Lilly if you need something, or even if you just fancy a good chat with a lovely lady. Some call me 'smuggler', others 'pirate', yet I prefer the sound of 'nautical entrepreneur'. 1.1.9 The Brine King (After completing The Brine King quest)ĭialogues Act 6 Introduction Īlright, we're safe for the time being. ![]()
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