Stavanger Bay rough and tumble

His resolve had been tested by far worse than her queries. He had endured more verbal lashings that he could have kept track of in his time. Still, all that he wanted was for her to feel as though she had pushed as far as was necessary to make her decision. It was not up to him whether or not she joined or decided to stick around. All that he could do was hope that she remained longer than some of the others. The more members he had lost, the more he thought that his aspirations were folly and that he would never succeed. To seek godhood, after all… well, it was a foolish feat. As much as it burned him inside to believe it, Ford might have been led astray by his own aspirations.
 
“Stormrift would gladly accept you and your skills as they would contribute to our group well,” Ford responded with a solemn dipping of his head and a soft smile on his dark lips. “Heloise, you may call the rift your home. I am Ford Lasher Mayfair-Cairn,” he returned to her his own full moniker. Typically, the titan refrained from tacking on his entire name in length. He was only swayed to respond that way by the introduction that Heloise had offered him. While it was formal in its own right, he felt it showed appreciation that she would offer her name to him.
 
“Come, explore your new home,” the warhound offered with a swinging gesture of his head.