The voyage has been smooth. Winds have been nothing but favorable.
Melmoth has become white noise by this point. I worry one day he might say something important, and I’ll tune him out by habit.
Captain Smiley mentioned that a Nymph is said to carry the Blood Orchid, the flower he is looking for and also the cure for Seiki’s arm.
These news led to a detour north, so Jonas could pray, and the crew could search for the flower.
Upon reaching the shore, we were met by a group of overly enthusiastic dwarves. Surprisingly warm and far livelier than I’d expected. They held rites for their god, Saekonungr, urging him to return from his raid with loot as they would seek guidance for the future.
So much salt wasted for a god that never came.
People in this place hold too much faith still.
Saltreef's ships were there. Seeing their flags brought an itch I hadn’t felt in years. Those days are gone, but some feelings aren't.
Seiki found someone from his home, a half elf, Althea. She was part of a group: a Valoran, a Nymph, and an Alchemist that apparently a demon is hunting, send by an unknown woman.
The attendees’ revelry was chaotic: laughter, drinking, dancing, and voices all tangled together. It was enjoyable. The kind of energy I used to relish returning to, after weeks at sea. Back then, a few drinks with the crew could wash away everything. Now, I can’t even feel the alcohol. It's just water with flavor.
Never thought I would miss that of all things.