Waves ravage the coastline like Mist is throwing the tantrum of all tantrums. Many many people are displaced and the pickings are rich. I went from campsite to campsite along the coast. Cold, hungry, penniless and without any prospect for better. Families torn apart with dead or missing members. All a good recipe for profit for me. Sometime it amazes me how little it costs to buy a child's life. A few pieces of gold, some food, warm blankets and a smile. Only a few ask for the reassurance that their child is going to a better life. The ones alone are even easier.
