One of them was a murderer. Nearly forty years on the seas and he had never had such committed on his ship. The sheer audacity of it churned his stomach. Above all, Bahr wanted justice. A measure of vengeance wouldn’t be so bad either. The only problem came from him not knowing where to begin. Anienam Keiss counseled him as best he knew how, but it was little comfort. The old wizard’s secrets were quite happy to remain hidden. That made Bahr less than happy, but aside from the threat of physical violence his options of inducing conversation were severely limited. Rekka answered all he asked and, though her answers were truthful, they did little to enlighten the situation. Dorl and Nothol weren’t much better. Winds drove the Dragon’s Bane across the seas, unheeding of the troubles on board. Normally Bahr enjoyed the sting of salt and wind on his face. There was no solace this night though. The men shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze.
