I'll be meeting his friends, soon. They'll probably think their delivering the news, but the bones have never been clearer.
I do mean never. The sea is rarely this forthcoming, which means I must be dealing with Umberlee. I'm sure she'd be only too happy to give me any gory detail I would like, to rub my face in it and watch me suffer.
I don't think I'll ask her. At least a Paladin might try to soften the blow. Though from what I've seen, subtlety has never been Arcadius's strong suit. It might be better to hear it from the bitch queen.
This is her price, I suppose. Thanks to her, any number of the Aboleth's fleeing minions will never make it to another fight. They thought the sea would protect them, but they didn't get that their masters were too far away to protect them from the wrath of Umberlee.
And she's been denied her wrath for too long. I suppose I should have been more active, but I thought that, sooner or later, Ragnarr was going to ask for my help. He should have known I would be able to, whatever he thought of me.
But, then, he's a stubborn ass. Or was a stubborn ass.
I wish I could blame Umberlee for what happened between us. I know he did. But I don't have that comfort.
What happened to us had begun long ago. The jellyfish only sped things up, and the child put the final nail in that coffin.
But we had drifted apart long before, and I belonged to the sea long before I belonged to Umberlee.
But it was what it was, and it was what it had to be.
And if Umberlee's vengeance can be made in Ragnarr's name, so much the better.
May she have mercy on my allies, and vengeance on my enemies, now and forever.
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