Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

It was almost strange for the great wraith to hear his name on the tongue of one who knew how to speak it; someone who was familiar, and so he found himself longing less for home simply because the wolves of Warsaw were rallying behind him in his quest. Though the pale woman had never truly been an affectionate one, the leviathan knew that having her arrive on his shores was a sign of something. He could not have placed a word to it, however… it was, perhaps, too foreign a concept for the titan. Nevertheless, it was pleasing to have the dark-eyed woman there.
 
Her following words were almost expected. She seemed to take a look at the terrain around them and surmise that she was capable of more than he. The great titan chuckled and he lifted his brows on his skull with a taunting expression on his inky face. “Famines rarely ever take from the sea, Kadia,” he chided her, calling her by her least favorite nickname. “The day I cannot best you, is the day the mystics take me.” There was a playfulness about him that had not been there before. While it was hidden beneath the man’s rough exterior, he was capable of humor and Leokadia had always had a way of bringing out the competitive side in him.