Stavanger Bay Rolling,

"Is it?" She had lived by the sea for a long time, her life of nordic warriors and battles to the extreme.. She doesn't remember moments where they paid attention to what they ate or cared where it went, they focused on defense and offense, anything other than warrior was mocked. Umbra had a sense of agreement though be raised to the same, finding many of the 'trades' being useless in the end.. She supposed though, the best was the medic, even then her old stormy home held almost none. Many died by wounds.

The use of seaweed was thought to be useless besides slapping onto wounds to stop the blood. The science of that sea-faring pack was severely lacking.

"In a few days I may leave to form an alliance. The Empress at the isle told me of two; Moonspear and Neverwinter." She had a shake her mind out of the waters, being too focused on what could seaweed be even used for. She had hunted him down for a specific reason, and explain her thoughts onto the matter.

The Sealord did not want to simply disappear without a warning,

"I do not know if you want to come with."