Stavanger Bay i'm a man who drinks tea

though she thought to respond, he spoke first, his deep, handsome brogue speaking over the swaying waves of the eve. she might have asked him to tell her more of his infatuation, of his thoughts of children, when he spoke of skellige, her young hearts desire.

you are a subordinate of his, are you not? she asked, her tone genuinely curious as to that. she supposed that subordinates were allies of their leaders, in a sense, but she suspected that was not the case here. donnelaith and the depths share an alliance as well, she informed him, unsure of if he knew this. in due time, soon, such a thing would grow--but this was a brief thought in this moment, as she favored arturo and his worries!