Razmyr sat in front of an unrolled map that was curled at its corners from aging, gaze roaming over the inky up and down lines marking Nomghwala. Bluebeard's Island was slightly farther than the rest of the Kovyan peninsula where Ja'harra and her people lived in a harmony Nomghwala couldn't provide. The last time he was there, he traveled with Rueborn to retrieve Ray'ven, and now he was there to strike a deal.
The pirate lord leaned back, jamming his dagger several inches into the table, the tip piercing through Nomghwala. This wouldn't be a friendly bargain. Either he would hand over the silver and golden sols they had stolen from the embassy, or they could have more loss than when the king of D'treroh found out his daughter died at the savage's hands. That made him wonder how the princess was doing. Not that he truly cared, curiosity was something he could never shake.
