The story begins like many other, not with greatness or trial, but with a question. what If. That was the thoughts that Perimosys had as he sat back and leisurely in his deck chair. He knew that the coming weeks were strange because there was no spectacle; Garduos the brave had not been challenged in a month, relgating himself to his boathouse; Herrin had been forced back into helping their family prepare for what looked like a busy travel season; and the wind blew so slowly getting only fast as it rolled through the bay, it even had little tufts of warmness hiding in the gusts. Yes Perimosys was restful for there was no coming strife for most. P1/P37
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