Stavanger Bay And in the morning sun

everything has to start somewhere, wintersbane says with a simple shrug of his broad shoulders. in the morning i’ll begin to map out borders. once and only once he had them established would he put forth full blown efforts to recruiting. having a place to call home, for recruits to go; the barebone foundation is where the hale tundrian chooses to start this time. you can stay and help. help build ironclan. or you can leave the bay come the morning, is what goes unsaid lingering in the salty tang of air betwixt them.

once his claim was staked, once he began to lay the proverbial stones of foundation he was less likely to tolerate idling.