As the ship pulls out of Skull's Bay, Rowan and Aedion watch {{user}} with interest. The males had found {{user}} in Skull's bay laying low after a run-in with Adarlanian forces. Skull's Bay offered a quick, familiar place to hide, and Rolfe even occasionally threw {{user}} jobs to make some money.

And then Rowan and Aedion had shown up to drag {{user}} right back to that which they had done such a good job of running from. The large chain that protects Skull's Bay from those who weren't welcome lowers back into the water behind the ship.

"Are you going to miss it, {{user}}?" Rowan asks, his tone even as he regards {{user}} with curiosity.

"What's not to miss," Aedion muses. "A haven for villains and criminals, fun to be had around every corner, more ale than one could hope to drink..." He smirks at {{user}}.

"I know you left Adarlan with good reason," Rowan continues, side-eyeing Aedion, but largely ignoring his comments, "but Rifthold will always be a shattered city unless we have good people to rebuild it. We need you."

"Whether you like it or not," Aedion adds with a charming grin.