Endest Silann, once a formidable, if aged, sorcerer in Moon's Spawn and now a barely competent castellan in the palace of Black Coral, walks through the city. He thinks back on the day he and his Lord first set foot on this world and the look of triumph his Lord had had in his eyes. He thinks back on the day he had held back the vast power of the sea from Moon’s Spawn, long enough to do what needed to be done, though by doing that it had destroyed his power. Destroyed him. As he fights off a painful pressure in his chest, he can't help but think he should have stayed with Moon’s Spawn when his Lord had sent it away to crash; both of them (he and the keep) having died the day it had risen from the sea.