Dr Simon
Explorer
As the spell and the frenzy wear off, Kraken drops wearily to his knees, and participates in the looting of the ship in something of a daze. Was this truly the end to it? No more deadfellas, no more wulgaru, no more killing? He insists later on being put ashore at his old village, where he tells the villagers all that he has learnt and then, reluctantly, bids them farewell. Although the island has been like a home to him, in his heart of hearts he has always been looking to leave it, although with trepidation now that the time has eventually arrived.
On the sea voyage, Kraken reacquaints himself with the workings of a sea-going ship, and on arrival in Cliffport he wanders away as if in a dream. When the other next see him, he is clean shaven and his wild hair has been trimmed. Although he looks more civilised he still wears some of his shell jewellry and carries his functional-looking sword. His face and arms are more tanned and weatherbeaten than most of the cityfolk.
"Didn't seem quite right being 'Kraken Driftwood' in the big city, eh?" he says. "Thom. That's what my name was. Thom Buchanan, cabin boy. Been a fair few years since I used that name. Feels kind of dusty, eh?"
On the sea voyage, Kraken reacquaints himself with the workings of a sea-going ship, and on arrival in Cliffport he wanders away as if in a dream. When the other next see him, he is clean shaven and his wild hair has been trimmed. Although he looks more civilised he still wears some of his shell jewellry and carries his functional-looking sword. His face and arms are more tanned and weatherbeaten than most of the cityfolk.
"Didn't seem quite right being 'Kraken Driftwood' in the big city, eh?" he says. "Thom. That's what my name was. Thom Buchanan, cabin boy. Been a fair few years since I used that name. Feels kind of dusty, eh?"