Stavanger Bay Rolling,

slight pp of umbra finding wbane since she was actively searching for him in your post. if you want me to change anything just give me a poke!

his return did not appear to upset whatever balance umbra has managed to struck in his absence and the saltlord takes to the responsibilities of old with his usual perseverance, except minus the desire to recruit. still, it strikes him as something that lay upon umbra's shoulders as she saw fit to make the changes that she has. perhaps at it's core, stormborn is his ironclan but even aesthetic changes are enough to make it feel like it's not entirely his own.

he's spent better part of the morning combing the beach, shifting thru jetsam and flotsam that washed upon the foamy breaches of the hightide: tangles of seaweed, and flopping fish unfortunate to be snared in it's knots. he made a quick breakfast of a few such fish before working thru shifting aside pieces of driftwood and seaweed, stretching them out on the higher sand dunes where the tide could not reclaim them for drying.

if nothing else, seaweed was useful for helping to allow meats to keep longer and offered a salty snack to munch on to curb stirrings of hunger. umbra's footfalls are swallowed by the sand and crash of the lowtide but he catches sight of her approach all the same and turns to face her as he lays the last of his haul out to dry. seaweed's useful for the caches. he informs, despite that she hasn't asked.