Stavanger Bay come wayward souls who wander through the darkness

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The pale woman agreed to his singular term, and for a fraction of a second, the wraith wondered what he was getting himself into. Nevertheless, it was there; they had spoken to each other of the future and what they wanted, and she was willing to stand beside him. The girl went on to say that if they were to wed, she would wish for Skellige to ask for her brother’s blessing. The thought caused him to bristle and he looked at the brightness of her face and wondered how he could possibly get out of it (a little early for their relationship but whatever). Resigning with a heavy sigh, the brute bobbed his head to the witch of the wood and took another step closer so that his face was near to her own.
 
“I will speak to your brother with you, then. If he believes that you could rule the forest, then he must see in you what I also see,” he confirmed with a strong nod. The wraith then studied her features for a moment and wondered how much she might change in the months to come. If he were to succeed in building a home in the bay and bringing his wolves there, how would Deirdre grow?

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