Open The Land Locked Svefra

[Darro_Jaggedshore]

How many years had it been? How many fights, and brawls, and prison cells had he seen? Snorting to clear his throat, Darro Jaggedshore spat at the dusty mountain road. How many cycles had it been? He counted out the summers on one hand, he decided on eight. Eight, long, cycles had passed since his pod had banished him and left him to die in the sea they had called their home. No ship, no Tavan, not even the salty air to keep him company.
His clothes were ragged, adding to his discomfort. Perhaps he had committed a crime, perhaps he shouldn't have forced himself onto the Lia's daughter, but he was a young fool; what made his crime so much worse than the crimes of his kin who had committed similar folleys? What warranted his banishment? Even after so many years, these questions had haunted his mind. A Svefra without a ship, a man without a pod... The shame was little compared to the dishonor of being landlocked, unable to buy his own ship, and forced to labor as a sellsword.
So here he sat, his ass cold against the stony ground, watching as the sun set over the horizon. He didn't know how. He didn't know when. But one day, he would earn, or steal, his fortune. He would find himself a ship, man his own crew of the cut throats and brigands from Sylira. And once he had, he would set out, he would find the Jaggedshore Pod, and he would have his revenge.
But first, he needed employmeny.