Totoka River We'll be sailing,

There was someone nearby, and when the kraken turned to where it was, she spotted not Sunhawk, but a blackened figure in the distance. Her anger crackled, as she felt damned to know where the fool was. Did he go inland? Perhaps that was where she needed to head- otherwise, perhaps this stranger would know.

Imposing, she raised her head, not looking like someone who was to ask a favor or a question, rather she barked out with an voice of demand, then of reasoning, "Who are you?"