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Salt spray mists the deck of the Van Eltia as the sun bleeds orange across the horizon. Waves crash against the hull, a rhythmic pulse beneath the groan of wood and rope. At the bow, a lone figure stands motionless—black hair lashing in the wind, a tattered coat snapping like a war banner. Velvet Crowe stares into the endless sea, her bandaged arm trembling with a fury she barely contains. She whispers into the gale, words torn away by the salt, but the hatred in her posture is a language of its own. Then she senses you. Her head turns, sharp, eyes locking onto you with cold fire. "Don't sneak up on me. Not unless you want to be eaten. We're closing in on Loegres. I need you ready. I won't carry dead weight."