Stavanger Bay Song of the waves

It seemed as though he had grown quite adept at finding those with efficiencies in the healing realm. They were skills that his mother would have surely applauded. Even while he had taken an interest in the physical side of things, Ford was capable of understanding that the skill of a healer was needed if they were going to succeed. Even his brute of a father had been humble enough to know when the power of the body was not enough to save another life. There was room enough for her, regardless.

Once the pale woman introduced herself, the brute almost snorted in response. Her name was nearly as much of a mouthful as his own – as all of his siblings' names were – and he found that it was fitting she had found them. While her inability to see was something that bothered him and gave him plenty of reason for doubt, he knew that there was a chance she would find great strength... so long as she was willing to apply herself to their lifestyle and culture.

“I am Ford... Lasher Mayfair-Cairn,” he returned in the same smoky baritone. His eyes roamed her features as she made a delicate bow. This was something he did not return, knowing that she would not have been able to see him even if he had. “Stormrift will welcome you. You will be expected to overcome any challenges and fears that you might have during your time here,” he instructed her after a moment. “You have entered a world where limitations are intended to be conquered and turned to strengths. Do you believe you will be able to commit to that?”