The former king of D'treoh stepped off the busy ship and onto Mollowmoors port with his cloak pulled tight around himself. His daughter would be angered knowing he'd left without his goodbyes, but when Ja'ule set his mind to something, he needed to get it done without any distractions. He left three weeks ago, sailing across the onyx sea, following every clue and rumor. He had one goal, one obsession: to find the man who had raped his daughter and killed her child.
There were many regrets in his life he was too proud to admit out loud; his greatest one being how he raised his daughter the way his own father had raised him. Of course she was surrounded by more love than what Ja'ule's father could ever offer him, but he realized he never truly escaped the trauma that could've made him a better father than his own.
