Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

Riptide. The Atoll had introduced him to the pallid forest women as his sea witch counterpart and the gangster fought the urge to grimace. As it so happened he (thankfully) was not Riptide — of whom had been uncharacteristically absent for a while but certainly not enough to give Arturo hope. The pallid forest woman had claimed a seat close to him, and feeling it was rather customary, he offered her an acknowledged dip of his head though he did not speak. There hadn't been much time between her arrival and Doe's eagerness to greet their neighbor. Arturo himself did not remember being personally introduced to the Atoll but it was obvious that Riptide was ...acquainted with her. This explained why she introduced him as Riptide and not Arturo on default. He considered correcting her, wanting to shudder about trudging through this activity hearing the sea witch's name upon her and the other's lips. It was like being confused for his identical, twin brother. Except Riptide was a demon drudged up within his own mind and not a separate entity.

A coyote made herself known then, appearing from the shadows and begun to weave a tale of goddesses, mortals and magic. In a way, it kind of reminded him of the stories his mother would tell him when he was younger, but Arturo took the moment to study her having never met his coyote father and therefore had never seen a full blood coyote with his own eyes before. Her story finished with the goddess winning in the fact that the mortal would spend the rest of eternity paying for her hubris. Arturo was silent. He wasn't very good at story telling and doubted he'd be able to recount any of his old “bed time” stories anyway.