Huffing in discontent over his loyalty to his mistress compared to getting in some proper naughty fun. Not bothering with talking to his lout any more, as I storm off down the docks and to The Moth. Waiting off to the side and watching the activity, as the boat casts off into the sea and away from the port. Watching the sky and seeing how dark it already is, wondering how much this new wave of rain and lightning will last. Bad weather only augments my power, so more the merrier.<br/><br/>Taking a seat at some convenient spot on the port side of the boat, just content to watch the others squabble over minor details. Wondering where that shiny guy went too from before, along with the brief report of what went on with the old man merchant went I left to attend to a beef related crisis.<br/><br/><br/>