Stavanger Bay Warpless

Thinkin this would be a good spot to fade and we can have an updated one if you'd like.

 

That she opted to hold her tongue was probably wisest. If the red woman had attempted to state her doubts about remaining in the pack, Smokestep would have walked her to the borders and told her to watch her step on the way out. Even still, he would not have been quite as lenient when the pack was fully formed. She seemed as though she accepted the code and this brought him to a pleasant relief. Her feigned mask of concern was strong enough that his daft mind could not see through it, even if he had tried.

Godot affirmed that she had guts and then asked if there was anything special that would be required. Smokestep chuckled loudly at the request and shook his head. “Ye'll be fine, lass. The special will come later on when yer earnin' yer sea legs,” he told her with a smile. Motioning toward the pack terrain, he made it clear that she was free to come and go as she pleased. “I'll give ye the grand tour if ye'd like, but what ye see is what ye get fer the most part. Got a few tucked away treasures in there,” he then stated and motioned for her to follow him further into the bay.