Memories of growing up on Council lands crashed through his synapses. He smelled his grandmother’s cooking, felt the tug of the first fish he ever caught, and listened to the timbre of his grandfather voicing displeasure. There was a momentary flash of the wind in his face from the assault on the Sapphire Seahawk , the vibration of his sword clanging against one of the elven sailor’s. He pulled the pain in deep until it consumed him and pushed everything else away.