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Rán used to love Norwyn, explore the world behind those walls. Although, she hadn't left the borders of Ravaryn, ever. Although she had seen Ashmoor from Sleetspire's mountains. She was never allowed to go there. But now she felt iffy leaving home. These were her people now, her responsibility. But she had gotten a raven from an old Rizal and now the ship was ready, ready to sail down the river, all the way up to the capital.

The port was busier than ever, with all kinds of people hurrying to get the ship ready. She was talking to one of her highest guards, responsible for protecting the city. They were talking over their checklist for the final time, before she would leave. Brann would come with her. She never went anywhere without him on her side, so the head of guard would be Haldor, and she wished him good luck. Because he knew the consequence should he fail.

Rán took one last look at the emerald Abyss. She would miss the smell of the sea, the freezing wind and the sound of ice fisherman, working hard to keep the port ice-free. It was only for a fortnight, she would be sure she would return soon. She mourned for the loss of her eagerness for adventure. She should be happy to leave Norwyn. But she had a bad feeling about the letter, the moment she had read it. But she wasn't a coward and she would not back down from some wizard. And if he tried her, she could freeze his fingers off.

Nerys called her name. She turned her head as she saw her little sister, looking lost. She grinned and said her last goodbyes to Haldor, and strode towards her sister. ‘‘Nerys,’’ she said mockingly, imitating her tone. She took a glance towards the ship, who had loward it's sails. ‘‘Waiting on you now,’’ she mused towards her sister, as she walked up the plank and entered the deck of the ship. People were already waving them goodbye and she looked over her shoulder. Everybody would be joining them. Everybody except Ve. She would find the little shit and smack his ass. He should be very scared of her, because this time she wouldn't refrain from punching him hard.

Rán walked to the front of the ship, checking some of the ropes that held the sails on her way. She was no sailor, but somehow she wanted to hold the reins herself. She felt exposed putting all her trust in the captain and her crew. She felt lost whenever it wasn't her in control. But she gave the captain a small nod when she passed him. The glance alone was enough to let him know she was ready to set sail.

Nerys asked why she was like this, and Rán had to hide a chuckle. It was so easy to annoy Nerys. ‘‘Because I am the boss,’’ she responded matter-a-factly. She turned around to her sister and looked her down in the eyes, looking slightly annoyed when she asked her next question. ‘‘Because it's time for you to learn what's it like being a Trygg.’’ Meaning you had to attend boring meetings, learning politics, and listen. ‘‘Don't worry, all you have to do is show up and look pretty.’’ Because Rán would for sure be doing the talking with this Mortem Rizal that had send her a message. She still did not know why he, of all people, had invited her to Ishgard. When she agreed to come, she had to send a raven to the king, saying she would be willing to bend the knee. If she went, she wanted to complete all of her business as soon as possible. And then she could return to her lovely city and enjoy the last days of summer.

Nerys stayed behind, obviously putting all her trust in the boat. She looked over the Emerald Abyss and she followed her gaze into the big nothing. It was only a small boat ride, probably only one night, but they would turn their ship inland. Not out. When Rán had been little, she had dreamed about going out there. Because, there couldn't possibly be just nothing out there? But she had accepted her position as she had grown. There was some of that child left in Nerys. She would have to learn very soon too.

When she arrived back at her sister, she leaned back against the balustrade. She smiled, rolling her eyes when her little sister told her she had the pretty genes. ‘‘You did,’’ she answered. ‘‘You look more like mother.’’ She cocked her head to the side for a bit while she studied her sister, then nodded as if she agreed with herself. She sighed dramatically when Nerys ask again why they were going south. ‘‘Because, I was invited to. And the message said "bring someone" and well I'm not bringing Ve.’’ She wouldn't have even if he was around. ‘‘A Rizal sorcerer invited me there. And whilst we are there, we need to find Ve and I'll visit the king.’’ The plan was very simple. Just meeting some high lords, catch Ve and go home as soon as possible. She turned around and leaned over the raling when the ship caught wind in the sails. Her eyes followed the ripples in the water and she felt homesick already. Her eyes drawn at the coast port of Norwyn.