Stavanger Bay The coffin-bangers were about to arrive.

last post from me.

the saltking and the sealord, in this at least, seem to be a fairly united pair; and though wintersbane first had his hesitations about making her his right-hand-woman she has given him no reason to think that he made a poor choice. on the contrary.

there is little room to ruminate upon that as revui of moonsong speaks of treasures hidden on the beach. the look the tundrian offers the man is one that says ‘there are other stretches of beach to find your treasures’ and confident that his visage sends the message clear enough does not bother reiterating more or less what he’s already stated prior.

perhaps. wintersbane allows, intending to keep an eye on this glacier just in case. he is not opposed to alliances but knows that without a proper give and take they can become too unbalanced, quickly. the topic is something he will have to speak to umbra at length — to go over what they’d be willing to offer those who seek to draft an alliance with them and what they expect in return.

until then, revui of moonsong. wintersbane says as the man takes his leave. when his form disappears, wintersbane turns to umbra; lips twitching into a small smile. perhaps, if you have the time, we could speak about what we are willing to give and what we expect from potential alliances as we patrol, he gestures to the borders with a sweep of his muzzle, wanting to strengthen them just in case there was a weakened spot. if not, you can seek me out later to discuss it. the choice was her’s.

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