"Mining ship on the Storm Sea."
Endir looked at the young man before him, his voice tinged with a touch of surprise, "So those miners could accomplish such a thing? What did you use to convince these crew members, most of whom haven't even been to school and have spent their lives mining at sea? Idealism? The future? Or is it your concept of changing the world?"
"Mr. Mayor, we do not understand the grand ideals you speak of,"
The Black Shadow standing behind the young man took over the conversation this time, his voice calm and hoarse, "We just want to survive. Whoever can show us a way to stay alive, we will follow that path."
"Nisen, I remember you."
A cold breeze brushed against Endir's plain robe as he observed the Shadow, "I also remember you when you were just a perceptive young ship captain, and then Skone encouraged you to learn and improve yourself."
"It's kind of you to remember,"
