This place reeks worse than the drinking den where I tell my stories, but at least it’s warm and dry. It’ll do! I can’t wait to see that little girl’s face when I tell her Briggsy made it to the Shores of Gold. Not sure I can risk bringing Sudds along. He means well, but it’s a long voyage and he’s not exactly nimble. I hope he’ll understand… Well, the storm’s easing off. Time to snatch myself a Shroudbreaker!