Stavanger Bay Taking it’s Toll

An inquiry was put fourth by the tattered-eared male, and Eartha wasted no time in getting straight to the point. That's what he liked about his Captain; she was curt, blunt, polite formalities had no place in her life. A far cry from when she was but a young princess, he was sure.

The toothy grin remained on his face as Eartha replied, though his gaze was transfixed upon the shade who stood by her pack mate's side. He was instantly smitten, eyes tracing her tall, dark form with an approving glint. She was an utter leviathan, a true kraken of the seas. He wasn't sure if he wanted to fight her or fu—

The question snapped him from his trance. "Damn shame, that," he uttered with a shrug of his shoulders as they revealed they did not know of Rusalka. "But th'name's Kingsley," he introduced with a dip of his head, his attention unfalteringly upon the woman. "And this here's Eartha, me Captain." He left it to her whether she wanted to ask after Alizarin, too.