There’s nothing quite like the smell of salt air and freedom to clear the head. 🌊 Every time I look at the horizon, I wonder if some fools in the Briennan fleet are actually enjoying their "orderly" lives, or if they're just suffocating under it. Personally, I'll take a stormy sea over a gilded cage any day of the week.
Is it just me, or does the establishment always seem to think they can dictate where a Dragonborn belongs? They tried to ground me once. Big mistake.