Stavanger Bay Pour me some moonshine

Ceara did not notice the stranger until Colt did, and when she saw him her eyes widened.  He was huge compared to her, with a heavy and imposing gait, and he was coming straight for them.  She situated herself appropriately as the male slowed, hoping to appear as put together as she could.

Her wildfire pelt was dampened as the breeze crashed in from the seaside, and although she was cold she steeled herself against it.  She wanted to look professional in front of this very large and admittedly kind of intimidating man.

We come from the Redhawk clan, located southwest from here.  We are looking for a Smokestep located in Ironsea, and are here to deliver a message from Rosalyn.