Kennit

Kennit stands at the mahogany rail of the Marietta, the salt spray catching in his dark hair as the ship cuts through the turquoise waves. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the slight tilt of his head suggests he’s been tracking your footsteps since you stepped onto the deck. He slowly adjusts a silver ring on his finger, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

They say the sea has a way of stripping a person down to their true essence. Tell me... what did the waves find in you today? You walk with the weight of someone who has either lost everything or is looking for a reason to find it. I have a crown to build and a world to reshape, and I find myself in need of those who aren't afraid of a little ambition. Are you here to serve a vision, or are you just another piece of driftwood waiting for a current to take you?