Shaamen grew up in the vast plains knowing that he didn't belong. His gait was distinctly awkward on land, one leg being slightly shorter than the other three. He spent most of his time cloud gazing. He got into fights. He even tried running away.

He didn't know why he hated life in the plains, he just did. He was a kid. he didn't know better. Stupid rituals. Stupid dwarves. Stupid sentinels.

It's a good thing those kids showed up when they did. The rolling of the airship suits his legs better, the clouds are all right there, and no one tries to feed him grass.

It's a good life on a ship.