Stavanger Bay blood and wine

The pale woman seemed to be transfixed by the idea that had been presented to her. Skellige was not too keen on becoming a mentor to the stranger he had happened upon. Certainly, he was less than thrilled when he recalled her clumsy movements in the water; he knew that he could not build his empire without knowing how to manage and recruit those around him. The young girl seemed impressionable and kind. This would be good enough for Skellige to build from. Her knowledge of healing would come in handy if she could manage it well enough.
 
The young girl remarked that he needed to be laying down. He peered at her intensely for a moment before bowing his head and dropping into the sands. There was familiarity there; he was much more at home beside the ocean than he had been anywhere else in the Teekon Wilds. “Just do what you must,” he told her. It was Skellige’s way of saying that she did not need to seek his permission for everything.