Barrow Fields god's either dead or running on double A's

Ukko turns his head, looking the direction he’d originally been walking—the similar direction his newest companion had been going. He confirms he’s going to the ocean, too and he feels the urge to take a step forward to continue his travel. He hesitates, glancing away from his destination and toward the other.

“I’m Ukko,” he introduces though he feels a little hang up with his name. He doesn’t have anything to associate it with anymore and it feels a little short lived and empty. “Can I follow you?”