King Elk Forest the inundation

In turn, the golden woman spoke to him of her own home. His nose crinkled at the sound of the sands, and he wondered if she was referring to the very sands that he knew so well. She was foreign and strange, so he could not conclude that she was speaking of the sands that spoke to the waves. Instead, she must have been from some other land; somewhere he had no knowledge of. Skellige was intrigued for a moment before he pushed the questions aside and simply accepted her words for face value. It was of little good to him to question the woman on her homeland.
 
Ears cocked forward, the dark-furred man lowered his head slowly. “Then it seems we are both out of place,” he concluded with a rasp in his voice. What they were to do with that information was uncertain. He had enough intelligence in his mind to face common obstacles, but the eldest Cairn was not always astute at expression.
 
The woman examined him with a probing stare that he did not dare to question. She was just as tameless as he, only in a different sense of the word.