Sails-On-Starlight left Black Marsh out of curiosity and a hunger to see the world and all its people. His travels eventually led him to Skyrim, which he quickly decided he loathed, but then he met the crew of the Dainty Sload and he found himself with a sort of makeshift tribe. They weren't really family--no one separate from the Hist truly could be--but they were as close as any non-Argonians could come. Surrounded by his friends on a boat whose only limit was the reach of the water, Sails-On-Starlight had found a place where he could be at home and roam at the same time. He is curious above all, and loves learning other people's stories. The possibility of hearing tales from a life with which he is as-yet unfamiliar excites him more than any other treasure. His voice is placid, gravelly, and contemplative. He speaks slowly, letting his thoughts pool and form before he shares them.