Stavanger Bay toxicity

The marshes? Oh, interesting. Saucy couldn’t imagine wanting anything to do with a stinky oozing bog, but to each their own. Huntington was on a much different plane mentally than the very physically bound girl, so perhaps the other  saw something in those places that Saucy simply didn’t. Whatever the reason for preferring the marshes, Saucy couldn’t dream of it. She shrugged, her tail falling into a low and slow sweep. I’m not the biggest fan of water in general but I’m getting used to it, she returned, her face softening into a slight grin.

Huntington showed more interest in Stormrift, which for some reason Saucy hadn’t been expecting. And while she was no recruiter, she would try her best to answer whatever questions were presented. Yeah, we started hanging out here a couple months ago maybe? Me and a group of friends- some more have joined though, there might be like eight or nine of us right now? she said, not entirely confident in those numbers. She had been gone for a little while, and if there were anything close to eight or nine others, then she hadn’t met them all.