*After Fireforge was killed, the halfling swore what, to her, was an oath. Then she disappeared for days. Returning, she noticed the numerous new commrades come.*

This is how it should have been from the start.

*Her resentment does not show on a face still impassive. But the healing wounds and slight limp do. Ignoring those around her, she removes to her cabin, leaving all but the knives there. Returning to deck, she glances once at the finished ship, then climbs again to the bowsprit's tip, ignoring the world. Rocking slightly, a dark song rolls over the ship. Any of the Underworld might recognize the tune, though how a mortal would know it escapes even the greatest.*
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I exist as Diana, develop Proserpina, and accept Hekate. I am complete.