[ Maybe Avantika could have grown past the whole end-the-world-by-summoning-a-dark-leviathan theme she had going on, if she hadn't had her neck snapped by the Plank King. Ah, well.

Fjord clears his throat. ]

Well, whoever he was, he certainly made a mistake by letting you go. [ Trying to lighten the mood, he offers up a friendly smile from where he slouches against the railing, wind whipping at his hair and cloak. ] Cursed or not, you seem like a perfectly charming fellow to me.