Gyrfalcon's Keep Allora, pedala!

An ancient language. Valentine nodded slowly, hummed to himself. Ah, I see. How interesting. Perhaps the man would speak of it more, he thought. The language slipped from his tongue still, but he did not delve into anymore details. The light was shined upon the seasman instead.
To the ends of the earth and back. Valentine, appreciator of theatrics, waves his paw, lifts his chin to the skies above. Towering mountains and endless valleys. Raging rivers and frigid taigas. Scorching deserts and all. You name the place, I’ve seen it.
Then his eyes lower to the distant shores. Ah, but the sea, she’s my favorite. Nothing compares. No matter how far I go I always find myself going back to her.
Valentine turned to the man. What about you, mate? You travel?