[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras shrugged, throwing his hands up as well as he responded to Wratt in a nonchalant manner, "My purse was as empty as my belly. You offered money and food. Had I my father's or my master's previous resources, I probably would have started an uprising..., but my master died a traitor and my father remains stubbornly loyal." The squire suddenly had no further stomach for conversation. He scowled, averting his eyes as he purposefully strode to the railing of the ship to stare wistfully at the horizon, remembering of better days. Days before the empire.