Home was such a strange word to Gil-Garrand. He had spent all of his childhood on the streets of Magninar, but even now, it never felt like home. When he was away from the city, he never felt homesick. And now, even as the Oceanic Explorer finished its trek back to Varisia, it still didn't feel like home.
He leaned over the ship's railing and peered out across the sea.
This recent adventure had been a profitable yet deadly excursion. But more importantly, to him at least, it was a welcome distraction from the chaos of Magnimar. Now that they were returning, he felt a certain dread come over him.
What new dangers await us? He thought and his mind turned to the strange, large box now in the ship's hold. He remembered the pit in his stomach the moment he saw the Thassalonian symbol carved on the box. He still felt as if he knew nothing of Thassalonia and it's history but trouble always seemed to follow that symbol. His memory flashed to the same symbol carved into the chest of Banny Harker, the Sandpoint wood worker.
He sighed and whispered, "Almost home."