A tad miffed, a tad unnerved, a tad relieved, Tam stood in silence, leaving the gnome to his sleep. The weight of his own burdens pressed down on him, and he turned away, returning to deck. There, he stood by the rail. He spotted a bucket near should he need it. He wouldn't, he swore to himself. He took a swig from his waterskin, and imagined the open sea before him, and the exotic port cities beyond, as his knees trembled with the increased rocking of the ship and he watched the city of Magnimar fade to the vanishing point.
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.