Captain Darras Rivain

Still staring across the water, Darras nods. One nod, small, tight. His anger has tightened his chest, close his throat, winched his jaw so firmly that he can barely speak. He is thinking of a dark room, and Yseult, and someone who he could make hurt as badly as she hurt, flesh for flesh, hour for hour.

"And what would?" he says, eventually.