Wheeling Gull Isle give thanks to the deep

Ollie, if that's better. He hadn't been called that in a long while, but maybe it'd flow smoother than his full name. Just like how her name seemed a bit odd to him. Not that he would say such a thing because he could still pronounce it. It just wasn't anything he had heard before.

He gave a soft hum of thought at her question. Few weeks? Hadn't been more than a month. As the islanders went, he wasn't native to this place like a few others.