Jan 14, 2018
“Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?” [nija, probably to someone on the boat ride back from the isle of erren]
“I mean, a point of reference is key here.” Raj said, fastening a rope to the deck on a tight brass buckle, before straightening up. He dusted off his hands and squinted at her through the mid-morning sunlight.
“Far be it from me to judge a woman for purposefully tracking a rotten king down to his castle and burning him alive, while simultaneously destroying his whole operation and taking your friend’s sister hostage.”
He shrugged.
“Y’know, you meet all sorts on the docks.”