Karadin

[Stoat]

For years hed been searching for somewhere like this. His years as a hunter had been spent dreaming of camaraderie, shared goals, friendships. What hed got was isolation, mistrust and betrayal. Now, here in Cadiz, hed found whatd hed been looking for, in the most unlikely of places. The Corsairs, feared for their cruelty and ruthlessness, had welcomed him in with open arms. They went about their lives with such cheerful disregard. They had no fear holding them back, just an iron determination that they would not just survive, but prosper. Everyone on Cadiz had a purpose, a role they filled, and they filled it with glee. It was an infectious enthusiasm, and Karadin sold his soul to it. He made more, and closer, friends in a month than he had in the previous twenty years. Hed found his home.

Life was good. Frequent raids into Cambridge and New London ensured a ready stream of credits, and he soon had his own quarters. It wasnt much to boast about, but, after years of near imprisonment, he felt like a king.

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