Stavanger Bay For fortune and fame you're secure of

"not my reasons, dear cully," erzsébet rejoined, trying a thread of the slang used upon the strand, and deciding she did not at all like it. "we travel by the captain's whims," she revealed, circling the greyscale man once before coming to rest before him. "what is your interest?" 

her eyes shown with her own intrigue; had their name already come to be known in the ears of the surrounding packs? how lucky indeed; erzsébet loved aplomb.