Stavanger Bay And in the morning sun

She raised her head and turned toward the beast- a man of giant ice, reminded her a but of the stone-priest from the coast, but he was more like an icerberg of nordic origins then anything. Feirce-looking, and she enjoyed that so. A warrior that would've been paraded in her homeland, especially with the nasty scars tattering to his face and chest.

He greeted her so, and as raised her head in pride, not standing down to the bigger one. A kraken was no pushover, "what brings you on this fine night?" 

Umbra did not suspect another attacker, for he shown himself. Her guard however was still high, as the seafang did not know if it was simply an illusion. These lands were quite aggressive, she knew she needed to keep a look out.