Stavanger Bay run doe run

Same goes for me! ♥

Whether or not the others came, Szymon set to with a will, his heart aglow with the soft and secret sound of Doe’s voice that echoed in his tattered ears. Even if they did not come, a task had been set before him, and he would doggedly work at it until things were finished or until he dropped. Still, he believed that the wolves would come — for no follower of Skellige would be daft enough to deny the will of the Witch Doctor and thus deny the will of the Sea.