As his lone oar dipped into its still waters, Angor Rot considered what was left of his raft. It had once been a mighty Troll vessel—an ark he captained across moonlit oceans to explore the surface lands and add their diverse animals to his growing herd. With its Graven Garb sails and crystal masts, the ship outraced pods of Kelpestrum and withstood typhoons. But now, Angor Rot stood on flotsam, on timbers held together with little more than rope and rage. He looked up at the enormous moon above him. He never felt so small, so powerless, so alone.