Stavanger Bay we are dogs of the sea

@Ford

Improvements, moving forward, none of that really came to mind for Norsamu as she went through her life. Her care was about excitment and what can she do for the current day? What challenges could she fight? Her muscles were aching for something, something to play with and something to tear at her own flesh. She felt an adrenaline, a thirst for a mighty fight as the storms cackle behind her. She was all for sparring, and being a warrior, but didn't care much for 'improving' her style, nor' moving to the next level. Now if she lost a fight though, her pride would say that's another story. Stormrift might just be perfect for a hot-blooded pirate.

"So, ya culture," she started, "what'cha all about? Or ya a secret till' otherwise." As she walked into the territory with her new boss, leader, alpha whatever he decided to call himself, she continued on with the conversation. They had a culture, and if it was something lame as hell like peace-loving hippies, then Norsamu was ready to turn the fuck around. She didn't mind them, but she didn't want to be with them. Wasn't her style, and they wouldn't like her impulsive side when it came to random fights. Surely they wouldn't allow her delicious nectar of rum either, the devils drink, though Ford seemed curious on her secrets that she stole from the Ironsea lads, so hopefully there was something to her liking.