Stavanger Bay when he was a boy he wanted to play down by the sea

so, raptor was obviously in one of those moods. she stepped back and rested on her haunches, one ear tilted quizzically behind her as she examined his weary countenance. he looked like a beaten dog, all sodden and sapped of spirit. certainly not the rough-hewn but devillish corsair she knew.

sandpiper certainly remembered that ill-mannered sprite -- her expression darkened unfavorably and she nodded, expecting to hear he had given that wench the deserved what's-for. "yeah, sure i do."