Stavanger Bay Rogue Rouge

The female – claiming to be Scout – did not seem to waver much upon his approach. It was suitable that she would remain in her position, as she put forth a very neutral appearance. Szymon seemed to shrink slightly upon sighting Skellige, but he salt-ribbed wraith did not pay it much mind. The youngest Cairn had always done well to shy away from his vicious siblings. As grateful as the leviathan was for his sibling, he felt the need to express his desire for action. The female expressed that she would be willing to do anything that was related to her trade. For a brief moment, the titan wondered which role would suit her best. Casting that thought aside, he thought it best to allow her in and wrap her into their culture at a later time. It would provide less fear for her.
 
“Good. This is Szymon – his tongue is crippled, but his body is not. He will show you the boundaries of the pack. Find me at a later time and I will present you with your first task,” he remarked to her in a quiet growl. There was a gesture of his crown toward his youngest sibling – his eyes flitted across the inky bands that marked his ribs. It was almost a pity that he had received the marking of the strongest Cairn dredge… almost a curse, at that.
 
The wraith did not even stop to draw his ears to her name. The girl’s calling was of very little concern to him. Skellige wished to see her prove herself before he would look on her with any manner of kindness or praise.