Blackbeak Bluff Weigh hey, roll and go!

Driftwood beamed at her suggestion of a visit. Sure! That'd be great; I'd be more than happy to show you around sometime, if you'd like. His tail kept steadily and gladly fanning the air: the the Energizer Bunny, it just kept going and going and seemed to have no intention of stopping for even an instant. He had seen the sudden gleam of interest and intent way she had turned to regard the land bridge to his home... but somehow Driftwood couldn't for a moment imagine this lady had any sort of nefarious intent. She seemed so jovial after all; perhaps a little bumptious with her enthusiasm, but what of it? He was sure he or any other Undersea member would be thrilled to have her do the tourist thing there on Wheeling Gull, properly supervised of course (given the pups underfoot and whatnot, especially).

He cocked his head curiously however as she admitted she hadn't been around this place all that much, though. He'd assumed that to be so boldly comfortable in her skin here, she must have been pretty familiar with the area. Driftwood secretly and somewhat wistfully admired her confidence as he asked her, Oh... you're new to here? Where is it that you came from, and what brought you here, then? And he couldn't help but also privately wonder to himself at least in passing if maybe, just maybe, she might have traveled someplace near where he had come from...and might be able to enlighten him on the matter a little, if so. That frustratingly hazy mist of his past was a bit of a niggling thorn lodged in the back of his mind: it would be nice to shed a bit of light on it, if ever that were actually possible. He wasn't certain how Norsamu here's travels might help elucidate any of this for him, but it didn't seem totally impossible at the very least...right? He hoped.