Stavanger Bay floating for life

well shit -- turns out being hyperdefensive and accosting a perfectly well-meaning stranger came with consequences after all. rannveig huffed, expelling his confused emotions with a long sigh. it wasn't his fault, right?

he scowled as the male turned away, fixing his features in a frown. kaertok had seemed hale, and possibly not malicious - but rannveig had no way to know that and was too on edge to have approached more, uh, diplomatically. "that's it?" he scoffed, wanting to stop kaertok and ask him to stay, but feeling that annoying thing called pride worm its way into his actions. "i didn't know what you wanted. you could be a murderer, or like that other asshole that came by recently. i had to play it safe." ugh, did he really have to apologize? rannveig, a male, hated apologizing.

he tried to keep up if kaertok kept walking. "look. someone came by and attacked our leader recently. sorry. maybe you deserved better. maybe you didn't. i can't be too safe. if.. you'd help me drive this guy out.. i think we could make this work."