Stavanger Bay in the midnight hour

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The tension resolved at the simple assertion that the new captive of Stavanger Bay was exactly that: a captive. The language barrier — something Ragnar understood very well and in a way sympathized with — created a bit of a complication but there were plenty of ways to communicate things with the young male without being verbal. He would learn his place within the Bay whether he decided to stay when he was released from captivity or he decided to go. It was a bit hard to communicate that he was temporarily a captive but he figured there would be other time for that. The lick of obedience further appeased Ragnar and the scarred Scandinavian took a step back, gesturing for the male to rise and to follow as he headed up the shore towards the ancient forest intending to take the male to where he had kept the previous captives before him.