Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

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Ragnar's gaze flickered from the ebony colored woman to the agouti colored male at her side, studying and waiting. Ragnar was patient, something the scarred Scandinavian had learned well during his time as Jarl in Odinn's Cove, but the response the woman had presented him with wasn't what he would have considered an answer to his question. In fact it wasn't really an answer at all. For a second Ragnar wondered if he had accidentally spoken in old Norse instead of English. Ragnar's gaze went to the male hoping that maybe he would respond to his question. Ragnar was met with silence from the man and his brow furrowed as he tore his eyes from them to look at Thistle as if he could will his wife to explain what exactly was happening in the current moment. Never before had Ragnar had a border meeting quite like this where he was left with more questions than he had an answer. "Ok," Ragnar drew a breath before he looked from his wife back to the two strangers. "Are you looking for a home? Is there someone in Stavanger Bay you want to speak too?” Ragnar asked hoping if he asked enough questions one of them would be correct that would give him a solid reason as to why he was even here.