Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

"Where I am from is not important." She brushed his question off. While it was quite clear she came from a rather storm-hardening place, Umbra had no desire to share of it anytime soon. It was just but a mark of her past, something that shouldn't be paid to mind. 

"Can you swim with that fur?" Discarding any further discussion of what her previous whereabouts were, she continued interrogating the religious man. He said his fur curled, yet he still remained by the waves. Was he able to swim?