Stavanger Bay I have no home; I make awareness my dwelling.

The female tensed and showed a flash of teeth but he was a man who knew no fear, and so he barely reacted to the defensive response. Had he been a thoughtful sort of creature rather than a machine molded from trauma, perhaps he would have been intrigued by her resolve. She did not strike him or cower, which made her stronger than many of the wolves he had encountered merely for that fact. However, such a thought would never slide through his one track mind.

He had withdrawn from her, heard the question—and this one he answers directly, stern and almost frustrated in his tone. He was meant for more than this, after all. The Cairn, he lowly bellows, breathing the words as if they are composed of thick smoke between his teeth, Where is it?
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