Stavanger Bay i knew something would always rule me

Though difficult at most times, Skellige was – at his best – a transparent individual. There was very little for beating around the bush with him. So when the question was posed as to whether or not the roles were set, he furrowed his brows and glanced to Arturo with something of a stern expression. He was forced to realize that the Fearghal did not know of the ways of the Warsaw wolves. He was a stranger in a strange land, and he was about to immerse himself into a culture that was quite different from the one he originated from. “No. The roles are set for the remainder of your life unless the mystics should speak their will for you to change,” he answered gruffly.
 
It was not altogether uncommon for the great spirits to speak to them and correct their path. Skellige had seen it happen before in his homeland, and had noted that even his sister was subject to such a change. Their mother had said that it had been the great mystics who had called down and spoken of Ksenia’s right to lead Warsaw, but the inky sea king did not believe it to be true, and so he had cast the thought aside. His disbelief had not caused him any issue, save for the botched attempt on his pale sibling’s life, and subsequently his banishment.
 
Arturo went on to explain that he had extensive diplomatic background, and had raised four children. This was a feat; Skellige had yet to father any children, and so his mind set to work in an attempt to figure out where the halfling would best be suited. “Your skills suggest you would make a fine nautilus,” he remarked after a long moment or two. His mind continued to tick and spin at the prospect of fleshing out the man’s talents and seeing his true potential. There was a thought that had struck his mind, but he found himself conflicted on the matter. “The mystics could very well tell you which role would best suit you, though,” he spoke in a manner of secrecy. “Should you climb the cliffs near the sea and request to speak with them, you may find answers.” It was simply a suggestion, and not one that Arturo would be forced to take. Should he decide against the role of nautilus, the great spirits would always assign another task.
 
Once on the subject of children, Skellige drew his ears forward at the question that had been posed. The coywolf was wondering about the stance on breeding. “You may take a mate, but before you decide to have children of your own in my ranks, you must know of the risks,” he warned, a fire striking the darkness in his gaze. “All children are subject to The Drop. Once their legs are strong enough to support them without wobbling and their words can be formed, they are taken and tossed into the depths of the sea. If they should survive, they are blessed by the waters. If they do not… they are a worthy sacrifice,” he then went on to explain to the man.
 
“My own children will endure the drop, and so will yours – if you will choose to have them.” It was a matter that he was unwavering in. Though pups were a delicate thing and most parents were quite protective of them at such an age, Skellige would have all of the Blackrock wolves blessed by the ocean.