Stavanger Bay hands getting cold

It mattered very little how much Ford and Velen had in common with each other. They were brothers, after all, and they shared a great deal of the same blood in their veins. Still, it was not the true judge of what they had become; it was how they acted on what waged war inside of them. Though the warhound was a savage and tactical brute, he had done well in his growth to understand how he was intended to behave around others. There were still things that he lacked, but it wasn't out of a lack of trying. No, Ford simply lacked a great deal of the humanity that had been strewn to his siblings. He was a dark shell of a living creature – no matter what he did to appear otherwise, there was not much that would transform him into a more caring beast.

Regardless of the idea that he lacked emotion, Ford was a capable beast of the water. Whether Dalia felt comfortable around him or not, she would learn great things from the titan. In order to show that he was grateful for her willingness, the skeletal brute breathed a deep sigh and lowered his head. “It will take time, but I know that you will be capable of great things. You have an indomitable spirit in you,” the warhound commented to her with the faintest hint of a smile on his dark lips.

“When do you wish to begin?”