Re: The Fangs of Golarin, 32 Talisandre, 620 NA
In the quiet of indecision that follows, after a wait of several minutes that seems to stretch out for days, the little Kasmiran moves to the helm, and speaks.
"Wraith, I have heard no other suggestions, and Kar's reasoning is sound. Take us north, out of reach of any pursuers we might have, to his homeland. That will have the added benefit of bringing us in a completly different direction from the Horn."