Gilded Bay i forgot my passport

The stranger had a familiarity about him, in the same sense that Ford could see similarities between the crab chaser and his joker of a brother. There was a feeling that he might have suited the rift well, if he was seeking to join a pack of any sort. Knowing that it would be a subject to approach at a later time, the skeletal titan placed the offer on a shelf in his mind. Surely, there would be other questions that would take priority over where the unfamiliar male was staying. Hogo, he’d called himself; it was certainly not a moniker that the large sea wraith was used to.
 
What do you call this place, anyway?
 
A smile curled the warhound’s dark lips. To Ford, this was just another bay with a name that he had never sought to learn or provide. “This place? I call it nothing,” he answered with a chuckle that clung to the tail end of his words. “But I have made a claim on a bay in that direction,” he gestured with a swing of his muzzle toward the slice of paradise that was tucked behind large stone guardians and a ravaged forest. “And that, I call Stormrift.”
 
“Where have you traveled from, Hogo? Surely a long way if this is all new to you…”