Farewell

Simon stood up from his table by the window as Kothar entered, while he still had his golden curls, his face was now marred by a bright red scar that snaked across his face. It started at his left temple, curving around his left eye, and under his nose, slicing across his mouth. The scar pulled at Simon's upper lip where it crossed it, giving him a permanent smirk.

"Kothar! I didn't think you'd arrive so soon, I only got to Fisher's Point myself this morning!" Simon pulled Kothar into a rough hug, without giving him a chance to respond.

"The Duke was kind enough to lend me one of his ships. It's good to see you, Uncle." Kothar replied, joining Simon at the table, taking in the view of the pier. The water shimmered in the sunlight and fishing points glided across the water, and dark shoals of fish could be seen swimming in the depths.

"Waveskimmer right? SHe's a fine ship, I've had some close calls with her." Simon gave Kothar a cheeky grin, his scarred lip pulling it askew.