Stavanger Bay The coffin-bangers were about to arrive.

Umbra held suspicions, for leaders normally don't leave their claim unless there was a motive behind so. Though he was respectful, and she had no reason to for any more aggression on her part, nor' more interrogations, as the man came, and left just as quickly. It of course, rose a brow to such a windstorm of a meeting, but pushed it to the back of her mind.

He caused no issues, and the seafang was confident to cease any conflict in the future.

The Saltking then turned toward her, and she nodded as so, "allies are valuable, though it's right to be picky on who to be with." She took upon the offer to perhaps have small discussion on what to do on the thoughts of allies. She held no protest to gain some, as there was always cons to more to the name. However, at the same time, their enemies, would be Ironclan's memories. She was rather picky, on who to claim for.