Stavanger Bay Dangling feet from windowsill

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Skellige was not a man derived from pleasantries, and so the question of whether or not he was grumpy all of the time was answered by the ever-constant expression on his inky face. Even when Lagertha agreed to uphold their customs and rituals, his features did not shift or waver. Instead, the wraith simply nodded his head and motioned to Doe with a swing of his muzzle. “Very well. Welcome to the Blackrock Depths. You’ve already begun getting yourself acquainted with our witch doctor… I believe she’d be able to show you around,” he remarked to her in his rumbling baritone.
 
Without anything more, the brute nodded his head and turned to leave the two women. There was a thought linger in the far reaches of his mind as he recalled Doe mentioning how good the stranger had smelled. Finding it confusing and a bit out of place, the titan tried his best to disregard it and focus on the tasks that were at hand.