Stavanger Bay with the salt on our skin

He was not sure about his purpose here, not when the sea was bellowing and the strange witch woman was shrieking above the tumult. Tetsubo had been kept well cared for, and he grew antsy, eager to prove himself to his lord and uncharacteristically uncertain as to how. Yet now, called forth with the others, it was Tetsubo's duty to stand alert and to be ready, thus he paced the sands, and came upon the pair. Skellige was there, waiting. Before him was the sea, and Doe, and many collections of things; but above it all Tetsubo was struck by the strangeness of her voice as it mingled with the brewing storm. He looked fleetingly from her to the sea, then to Skellige, and came to a stop before his lord, waiting for his orders. The others popped up around him and he was aware of them the way a crocodile might be aware of a zebra herd, and he flicked his ears at every crunch of sand beneath their steps or the subtle sound of their breathing when he heard it; yet his eyes were trained upon Skellige, because he was the reason any of them were there at all, and it was Tetsubo's purpose to obey.