Stavanger Bay For fortune and fame you're secure of

well hi there friend

since pledging her loyalty to the dubious scullion of the bay, erzsébet had patrolled what would be their borders, but not with the intention of aiding the captain. no, she culled shells from the cold sand, and gathered the best and most reflective into a shimmering heap, wherein she gazed upon her reflection. erzsébet was quite distraught over her appearance as of late -- though one who gazed upon her could see scarcely a hair misplaced -- for she had not had a draught of the immortalizing blood in some time. feragho must get this for her, or she would depart his shores.

such a odiferous and loud group he was gathering! erzsébet decided she wished to be shut of her captain and his crew, and so trotted away. before long, she spotted the greyscale visage of a stranger, and approached without fear of reprisal. he was a handsome sort, uncut from the sort of cloth comprising the rest of the captain's lot. "hello," the countess greeted in an affable set of tones, her heavy accent coloring her words rather than detracting from them.