Stavanger Bay Now we are ready to sail for the Horn

She followed along on getting closer to the shoreline, her sunset gaze watching the waves pull the sand into its depths. She could see the pebbles that have yet to be grained to micro bits, but they were not the beauties they hoped, "wherever the sea may be, be a merfolk cryin'. Those bastards only live in the depth of the waves. Tricky n' ones that ain't never appearing to simple folk." Norsamu cackled, as she recited the few pieces she knew about them. Lore was a rather speciality on her part, she can't count how much her adopted family kept spewing on legends. She too fell in love with the tales, and followed along their path as shown through her travels. She grew hungry for more tales and rumors to be discovered.. She could see his gaze burned with greed, and only grinned at his desire. She too felt similar. Perhaps they had the same goals but different means to get them. So far he felt like good company.

"Nay, its the delicious drink of fermented fruit! Give ya a buzz like when ya eat one of those fruits that cause ya to swirl. Wolves on this land created such a grand drink! Aye, truly a feast." She had clung to that small hope he knew what it was, only for the dream to be dropped. Truly seemed that only those Ironsea wolves knew about it and the secrets to making, and this brute does not seem to be one of them. Who the hell knows what fermented means besides those particular wolves? Ah, shame!

"Aye? I be named Norsamu," she opened her maw in a grin, "just a wee' lass chasin' rumors and legends!" The white maned wolf loudly laughed while introducing herself, she glanced at him through the midst of the laughter, "n' you my brother? What does a man like ya' doin' around these waters?"