“There never was any old man.”
Arkja’s pronouncement fell on the deck of the Gestrisni like a brick of lead.
A million questions flooded Einarr’s brain at once, such that he could not ask any of them – merely sat, staring, at the pronouncer.
Irding recovered first. “So this is twice this season we’ve run up against ghosts. At least this one wasn’t trying to entrap us into his crew.”
Now it was Arkja’s turn to gape. “Twice this season? What sort of vessel are you taking us to?”
Einarr held up an open hand, palm towards the deck. “This has been a bad year…”
Arkja hummed, not apparently reassured, but Runa broke in before the talk could spiral out of hand. “It is Einarr’s nature as a Cursebreaker, newly awakened and coming to the fore. Once we are away from the island, I will be helping him learn…
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