The bustling noise of the tavern resounded all around, making the voices of both Skadi and the Captain of the Sea Dog Pirates to be washed in it.
In all actuality, their voices were loud.
It is just Skadi's attunement to the Winds that made it seem quiet to the outside world.
But in Skadi and Cetas' perspective, they could hear everything all too well.
"There be a legend in me home town, coming from a distant pirate washed ashore years ago."
The Captain clasped his fingers.
"The poor soul washed up alone, starved, and weak as a landlubber's tea. When he came to, the villagers folk pressed him from where he sailed from. But that be neither here nor there.
His eyes sharpened.
"One day, a wee lad from the village asked the man how in Helios' name he kept from croakin'. The scoundrel swore that he couldn't recall, but he rightly remembered a feeling.."
"..."
"A feeling of a heavy wind catchin' the sails of his ship and carryin' him straight ashore."
He leaned forward.
