Stavanger Bay Why is the rum gone?

In reply to Engel's question, Foxglove flicked an ear and looked away. Boring. Why was everyone so concerned for her lack of speech, was beyond her. She got on just fine and thought that the world would be a lot better place, if people preferred to speak less and do more. Most of the time things they said were of little importance in the face of greater things and problems, therefore if possible (and unless the person was among those few she favored) she did not answer.

Instead she crawled out of her bone-pit, shook her coat and looked around, as if preparing herself for some action. Then she cast a quick questioning glance to the singing man - you coming? - and after a little hesitation to understand, what he intended to do, set out to the coast again. There were more bones to find.