Gilneas.
The ship rocked as it cut through the swells, the salt air and sound of gulls brought back familiar memories, ones that would have made Blair smile in the past.
The sound of heavy boots stomped up behind him as a gruff voice croaked, “Suffer well, brother.” Blair glanced over his shoulder and grinned, a reflex from life that still persisted. “Hello Jorg, I would be careful saying that to any other Ebon Blade, they would gut you where you stood, or tell you their story, whichever turns you pale faster.” The other Gilnean grinned, his teeth sharper than normal humans, “I’d like to see them try.”
Blair shook his head and turned back to the ocean, watching the familiar coastline sail past. Jorg joined him at the railing and spat over the edge. “I never thought we would come home.” Blair chewed on his thoughts before responding. “I never thought I would be welcome home,” his glowing ice blue eyes narrowed, “I shouldn’t be welcome home.” The word turned to ash in his mouth. He shook his head and watched as they neared the harbor where he spent much of his youth.
Gilneas, home.