Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

Yes, I am fortunate, she rejoined, I have no worries of finding myself a suitor. I am as lovely as I am deadly. You, unfortunately, will have no such luck. Who could ever love such a beast? Her lip curled in mock disdain. Such an insult was a tale as old as time between them. But many at Warsaw did know Skellige to be a beastly man, there was no denying this. It had never gotten under his skin before, and so she worried not when throwing the cruel words at him. It was good to be in his company again. Time at the Bay had grown duller without him, but she kept her wit sharp and her teeth sharper. He would see how she had grown in his absence. She kept her defenses up as they circled one another.