Wheeling Gull Isle an island, a peninsula

Her heart clenches with pity at the sight of the scraggly, washed-up man. Maybe this is why she is a poor leader- she only wants to provide a home for the hurt, whether or not they have a strength to them. But he had proven his strength, had he not? Not especially powerful, but determined. Persisting despite the odds against him- this was what she had seen of Ruvik so far. 

He bows his head, which appeals to her of course. Many might've been thrown off by his way of speaking, but to Huā, it's just as natural as any other- she had spent many a day with Daiyu, and the boy spoke in the same odd way as her. She can notice his breathlessness as he talks, and so she soothes, Shh... shh.. Ruvik, you have somewhere go. This island is home for people not have home... you already prove you per-persistent. If you want stay here, you welcome. She gazes over him again- his weak figure, his unruly pelt. They way he said he had ran. Ruvik, what your story?