Gilded Bay Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn

"Yo bro, ya ok? Seem to be goin' mad." Now he was just freaking her out a bit. She smiled and laughed with the question, but raised her brow in curiosity while staring at this mysterious- no, rather downright creepy fellow. Who seemed to be bleeding, which was always a plus to this already odd situation that she was in. Honestly if one listened to his words, they were nice sounding, and gave one a moment to think... They were like poetry coming out of the wolf, but Norsamu wasn't no poet, nor' a 'dear girl'. She was a damn adventurer who didn't understand his words, which sounded like madman sea talk.

She was so complexed on this weird interaction, she didn't even notice he took a merfolk tear with him while walking away... She been searching for that for days!