Sob. Sob.
There were soft whimpers on the deck as a knight sat hugging his sword, knuckles white around the hilt, a towel draped over his back like a defeated cloak. Everyone surrounded him in a circle, boots forming a rough ring against the wooden planks.
The sea wind howled softly beyond them.
Damon sat in front of him on a barrel, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Lights from illumination runes carved into the mast and railings cast a pale blue glow across the deck, making every face look ghostly.
He placed his hand firmly on the man's shoulder.
"It's alright. You're in a safe place. Tell us what happened."
The man lifted his head slowly and looked at the bleak and dark starless sky above. It stretched endlessly, hollow and empty. It was like a reflection of his heart.
"The goddess has abandoned me…" sniff sniff, tears fell from his eyes, horrible broken tears that refused to stop.
"I remember it like it was thirty minutes ago."
