Amongst all, may there only be few ( Open for any SW)

Bassasail swam around the SeaWing kingdom, there no businesses to attend to, not contracts to uphold, he felt he was missing something. He swam for some time, usually, he does this when he is thinking to himself very hard, but, tries to hide it most times. This time however, he couldn't, it was just a need to move around. Ever since he became leader, he had not known what to do. He figured the meeting he held really didn't matter to anyone, after all, he was not of royal descent or anywhere close to it. Before Bassasail became a leader, he was a loner, a wanderer of the vast wide world, doing as he pleased with no worries at all, sure, he had gotten into a fight wit every last dragon, almost, he's ever met. Before then, however, he had true purpose: to kill his family. His entire family was made up of rogues, powerful ones at that, yet each time, he used tactics on them, each time he was smart yet held his ground and stood firm, each time, he killed a brother. They had betrayed him, beat him, and left him for dead, then once he arose one more time, Bassasail went on a killing spree. His own father was the difficult part, he nearly died killing his father. But all of that is in the past now.

'What to do, what to do...' Bassasail kept thinking. Everything was as it should be, at least it was the same way as it always had been even before he came around. He just needed to think about what else to do. Everything seemed to be almost perfect, from the Vulcans to the Healers, to the Trackers and to the caretakers, he didn't see any problems with what they were doing now. He just did not know what to do at this point. Relax? How could there be any time for that?