Stavanger Bay Rogue Rouge

Last post from me! Welcome to Blackrock Depths, Raven!

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Though one of Szymon’s tattered ears swayed faintly to the side of his narrow skull in displeasure, his facial expression remained neutral and immovable. In time, the female would earn her keep or she wouldn’t — only time would tell. As long as she remained loyal to Skellige and the Sea, Szymon would treat her with respect and acceptance, if not warmth. “C-C-Come, Scout,” he said simply, a roll of his sharp, angular shoulders producing a bristling of salt as he turned to tread further into the territory. He turned his head to regard the dark female with an intent stare as he began to walk, expecting her to follow so that he could explain the significance of the Sea, the borders of the bay, the food reserves — including Doe’s private stores, which were not to be stolen from. He, taking cues from his brother, would come to know the female simply as Scout.

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