Stavanger Bay ready to sail ya seadogs

"Good for ya to realize." The pirate let out a rambunctious laughter as she was pleased by his defeat. Her grin kept up as he continued on, asking questions on her life. She didn't mind, especially after a game of fun between the two. It was quite easy for Norsamu to like someone once a friendly game of competition came to be, but even then she was a generally open gal, "Nay," the behemoth confessed, "tis' an orphan."

"Grew up with a bunch of rogues ya know, s'pose they my parents, but more like scally-wags then mums and pa's!" She wasn't displeased about her history, and cracked a joke about it. Her issue on being an orphan never seemed like an actual issue, nor' something she thought was a secret of her past. Norsamu didn't even think about looking for her 'parents', of the past before she was founded by the Rosen Rogues, the family of no-good wolves who took her in, "they were always lookin' for adventurer."

"How about ya? Where ya from laddy?" She asked with a cock of her head and a toothy smile.