Stavanger Bay i'ma rock my pajamas in the day time i swear, i promise

 
Murgash, he thought with a quiet frown. The scraggly beast had been nothing but transparent since his arrival on the coast. Still, Skellige could not fault him for his blatant honesty. It was almost a breath of fresh air to the leviathan. Once his mangled leg was brought into question, there came an immediate change to his demeanor.  
 
He was touchy about the attack – angered that he had been put in that situation by the pale healer from Donnelaith, but he did not appreciate his more obvious weaknesses being observed. His lip curled over his yellowed fang and his ears swiveled sideways. "A bear," he grumbled between gritted teeth. "Have the stocks been keeping you full?" The titan then decided to change the subject and keep Murgash on a topic he was quite fond of: food.