The Scarlet Reaver pulled up to the shores of D'treroh and the men helped anchor the ship. The cold and briny winds that rolled off the onyx sea left Kowali's teeth chattering. Although there was no sun, Kovya was always warmer since they were closer to the equator.
"Take these herbs and place dem around the deck where he died." He told Ray'ven, undying the pouch he often carried at his waist.
Ray'ven tore her gaze from the familiar sight of her homeland, ignoring the way her heart squeezed in her chest, leaving her more breathless than the cold air. There was a sense of dread in her gut that she couldn't quite shake. She took the bag of herbs, brows low over her eyes as her lips pressed thin. "This will help him? He won't suffer more?"
"Only if we perform da ritual correctly." Kowali watched as the last of Razmyr's men walked over the ramp of the ship.