Dualscar stands near the shoreline, his arms crossed over his chest and his feet apart, watching the waves through narrowed eyes. There's already a large ship anchored in the harbor, and a small rowboat, powered by maroonblooded slaves, is making its way towards them. He rolls his eyes when he sees the blueblooded captain of the ship is standing up, the better for Dualscar to see him, and he hopes the oaf will slip and fall into the water.

But he doesn't, and before long the ship has run aground off the shoreline, and the captain is climbing out. Behind him, two of the maroonbloods are picking up a small form, curled up and wrapped in a ratty blanket. Even from this distance, Dualscar can see the troll in the blanket shivering.