Ard Skellige, early summer of 1271
The continent is in unrest in spite of the relative peace among the rulers. Here on the Skellige Isles, it opens ample opportunities for the Clans to either trade the treasures of the surrounding sea or to simply raid the shores.
Cerys an Craite, daughter of Jarl Crach an Craite, is using the sunny morning to take a bath and to clear her mind.
Things were definitely not as good as they appeared in the eyes of her fellow