Stavanger Bay league of extraordinarily grumpy gentlemen

The voice of a stranger had pulled the large child from a meaningless dream. Despite his now comfortable living conditions, a certain bitterness still surged through Rannoch. There was very little that he could do physically and any aspirations he had were postponed until he was stronger. Truth be told, as time crept on, Rannoch was not sure if he wanted to go escape right when he got the chance. He had revenge to get on the dark Leviathan and he was certain that in time he would get Skellige to regret the day that he had taken him.

It took Rannoch several moments to push himself onto his paws and limped to the mouth of the cave. There was a dull gleam in his eyes as he looked to the pale wolf and he looked from Szymon to the offered fish. “He’s not here,” he muttered. “What do you want?”