Stavanger Bay those who save lives, and those who take lives

’Not purposefully, of course…’
 
Was that a given? Guildenstern regarded the unfamiliar woman with an expression that had not shifted once in the time that they had spoken with each other. There was a stern glint to the ghostly silver of his gaze. For the pallid knight to think that he would have been expected to surmise that she had not attempted to drown herself, well… he had only just met her. There was nothing that he had gathered about the she-wolf that would have given him any insight regarding her nature or her intentions. If she had risen one day to find that life did not hold the same appeal that it once had and opted to cast herself into the tumbling waves, the sellfang would not have known any better.
 
“Hmm,” the knight remarked to her in a gruff tone. That was all that he truly had to say on the matter. With nothing more to hold him to her, Guildenstern turned himself to his next destination and began to move on. Perhaps at one point he would find that his questions were answered. One day he would know why the strange woman by the sea had carried the scent of his brother. Until then, it mattered very little to the harsh northern tundran. The woman had not garnered much of his attention in the short time that they spoke. This meant he had no reason to remain at her side.
 
In a short matter of time, distance had stretched between them and he was on his own again.