Gilded Bay ebbed and flowed

The golden stranger offered a greeting. It was stiff and wary, but that was to be expected. Ford did what he could to make himself less imposing. It was a difficult task for one of his size – his features – but he made himself smaller and more approachable. With that, the warhound stepped closer to the stranger and created a curling smile that tugged on the corners of his dark, leathery lips.

“I just saw that you seemed to be admiring the sea with as much care as I do,” the inky titan explained. His voice was gruff and smoky, but it did not seem to hold an ounce of malice in it. The mismatched gaze that sat inside his skull did not betray a single emotion. There were no windows to what the titan was feeling or thinking. His tone and body language was all there was to read.

“Do you call it your home as well?”