Oh, and avoid getting shot by a trigger-happy Warband. If he wants to.Īll he has to is take his things, cycle the lock, and go ashore. The moment is here, his chance to rejoin his people. Then it hovered, and the sub pressed on, and now it looks like it will land again.
The raid had been early, he had missed his chance.
When it lifted off while they were still too far out to sea his heart sank. Finally, here it is, a Threshing Oar above him. He has always insisted the salvage crew time their trading visits to ports around the likely schedule of the Oghma raids, but always it had been another island that was hit. To be in the right place at the right time, a settlement being raided by his kinsfolk. They might be your people, but they won’t know that ‘til they see you face to face.Ĭartney, standing by the inner door of the airlock, asks You sure you want to go mate? We’ve got a good gig here.Īrnwolf has been waiting for this opportunity for months. Any further and we surface, and I’m not putting us under the guns of that thing.
This is as far in as we’re going, Arnwolf. Lennon, standing at the viewer, turns to Arnwolf: The submersible rides the choppy waters close inshore, Harris at the helm holding it just high enough not to bottom out.
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