Stavanger Bay rough and tumble

“That's... the simplest form of it, yes,” he responded to her first statement regarding self-improvement. Sure, the goal was to see those who had crippling weakness turn it to nothing but an outstanding strength. Ford had a feeling that if he were to give this woman the speech on becoming gods, she would have thought him a mad man and left their borders without so much as another thought. It was this realization that gave him pause. The warhound wasn't entirely positive that she would do well in their fold. He did believe that those who were quick to judge would only find disappointment, in the end. If she had a chance to learn their culture, she might find herself more comfortable with it.

“As for skills, we are not in any pressing need for anything in particular. I encourage those who seek entrance in my pack to strive to become masters at what they're passionate about. If you are not actively thrilled with the work you do, I'm certain you won't want to do it for long. Whatever you find that you are good at, that is what we need,” Ford then answered her query. There was a knowing smile on his dark lips. It was as though he understood where she was coming from – the doubts and inquiries that only he could address. It was challenging to find a new home.

As for the ranks, well... that was something different altogether. “Your rank will only be a reference for how well you have done in your growth. It does nothing more than tell your pack who has dedicated the time to their own self-improvement and who has succeeded. You may approach it at whatever speed you feel comfortable with,” the titan told her plainly. There was a shrug there, as if he were telling her to take it for what it was. There were no secret ploys – no hidden agendas – in the way that he aspired to lead his pack. He believed that they were capable of becoming gods, and he wanted only to test his hypothesis.