Stavanger Bay There's talk goin round this town, keep it down now

erzulie had begun to search along the wounds, listening to the brief bits of information conveyed by the she-wolf. the directness characteristic to rosalyn was appreciated by the courtesan; the misstep in wording provoked a flick of one cinnamon ear, but nothing more. "you have known harlots before, rosalyn? and heah i thought i be your first," erzulie teased with an arch of her brow before drawing aside.
"come wid me." assuming rosalyn would follow, erzulie set off along her earthen staircase and paused on the stone threshold of her den, turning to search for the bite-marked first mate.