[Shell up their softness isn’t that far off the mark for Wolfwood. Again, he remembers that carriage ride. He drains more of the tea.

Nope. Not going to examine that. He taps a foot against the floor then remembers to hold his feet still.] You met me. I’ll have your back. You seem like a curious, good person.

And no, I don’t. I live in the trade quarter. I’ve never seen the sea and there’s something peaceful about seeing it. That much water was a thing of books and stories.