The Reach never leaves you—not really. Even in southern waters, its icy fingers find a way into your veins. Would Jeer-Tei have been so quick to join if he knew the Haven raid wasn't at all about gold? When will Hlana piece together the larger implications of what we plan to do to that Elven town? How quickly would Yngold move to slit my throat if he realized which master I truly serve? What does it mean? Will I ever see it? Do I even want to?