Day 2
The designs Daegsatz had been scratching into the granite floor began to take shape. The fingernail of his index finger had been filed down, so he had resorted to his middle finger instead. There were some odd curves and crests indicating waves; it was clear where the Sea Wolf's thoughts lay.
The landsickness had not set in but Daegsatz could feel it roiling on the edges of his stomach. If seasickness was due to a body being unable to cope with the constant swaying from the ocean, then landsickness was the opposite; sitting still for a long amount of time was not healthy for the Roegadyn.
Forlorn thoughts occupied his mind. He'd been in Thanalan for naught but a few suns, but already he was missing the sound of the Rhotano Sea splashing against the hull, the chirp of gulls...hells, even having a clear view of the sky and the sun would have been preferable. The cell contained no window to speak of, and the light from the torches was warm, but hollow in a way, as if the light was merely a figment of his imagination.
The only reason why Nero had not brokered for his release was because the smuggler couldn't. Daegsatz knew that. The Hyur needed time to build influence and bribe the right people. The woman, Roen, might have been Nero's way of trying to get him released. Daegsatz and his ward had known each other for fourteen years; not even the blackest pits of despair could instill the idea that Nero had abandoned him.
Another grandiose sigh escaped from the Sea Wolf's lips as he shook his mane of ash-grey hair, scratching away at the granite floor.
The designs Daegsatz had been scratching into the granite floor began to take shape. The fingernail of his index finger had been filed down, so he had resorted to his middle finger instead. There were some odd curves and crests indicating waves; it was clear where the Sea Wolf's thoughts lay.
The landsickness had not set in but Daegsatz could feel it roiling on the edges of his stomach. If seasickness was due to a body being unable to cope with the constant swaying from the ocean, then landsickness was the opposite; sitting still for a long amount of time was not healthy for the Roegadyn.
Forlorn thoughts occupied his mind. He'd been in Thanalan for naught but a few suns, but already he was missing the sound of the Rhotano Sea splashing against the hull, the chirp of gulls...hells, even having a clear view of the sky and the sun would have been preferable. The cell contained no window to speak of, and the light from the torches was warm, but hollow in a way, as if the light was merely a figment of his imagination.
The only reason why Nero had not brokered for his release was because the smuggler couldn't. Daegsatz knew that. The Hyur needed time to build influence and bribe the right people. The woman, Roen, might have been Nero's way of trying to get him released. Daegsatz and his ward had known each other for fourteen years; not even the blackest pits of despair could instill the idea that Nero had abandoned him.
Another grandiose sigh escaped from the Sea Wolf's lips as he shook his mane of ash-grey hair, scratching away at the granite floor.
