Gilded Bay it's a battle cry, it's a symphony

Will I do? Do we do dice rolls, or… D: I am not smart, please send help.

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Ragna’s familiar voice drew Szymon’s attention wholly — and the fact that she was calling for a spar intrigued him. He did not fear that she would be swayed by affection for him and treat him kindly; if anything, he was assured that her closeness with him would cause her not to pull her punches. There was no reason that should have appealed to him, but Szymon found himself eager to earn some new battle scars. Too, he admitted, he was keen to see her again. Tipping back his head, he called bold acceptance to her challenge and skulked through underbrush and across familiar territory until he reached the bay just a few measures southwest of his home. Fighting on sand would be good for them both. He swam the short distance from bay to bay, emerging from the water with a mighty shake. “The sea wolf returns,” he greeted her, feeling the sand as it sank deliciously beneath his paws. “Let’s see what you can do, then.” He mirrored her own words back to her, eager to test her mettle.

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