The Sentinels And not a sound and no one else for miles.

To the surprise of no one, Sunhawk stayed inside Stavanger Bay's confines for exactly a handful of days.

No more, no less.

He waltzed down the beach occasionally checking behind him. He never knew what Kraken lurked in the water, or what Wyclops was ready to ambush him from the tree line.

Nature (and the women that occupied it) was mad scary. Sunhawk wasn't going to have any of that if he could help it.

A scent captured his interest and he followed it down the beach to a burnt down place that sent shivers down his spine. The air here was mysterious and gloomy (like Grumba). Sunhawk stepped carefully through the young vegetation and ashy soil, always listening for company as he went.