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At the mention of Stavanger Bay, he felt a momentary pang of emotion. What that emotion was wavered in the brief interlude, ranging somewhere from guilt to anger, to even sorrow. It angered him that the wolves of the Bay had let something happen to his brother and his family, but there was also guilt that he hadn't been there to do something about it. That instead of going there when he had left the Spine, he had ventured outward altogether. But it passed readily in lieu of a question, and the question was exactly the distraction that he was seeking.

"God of the ocean?" he prompted curiously. "I don't think I did, but maybe I didn't spend enough time there. I take it that you've met him?" He knew there would be another story lingering behind that and he pried tentatively. Osprey had always been forthcoming with tales and honestly, there was much about the shoreline and sea that Mordecai did not know. Her experience along that walk of life was far greater than his own.