Stavanger Bay it is a common fault

There was much work left to be done here. Time would be needed to settle the bay. Wolves of many number would be needed to lay and defend the claim. The process was all too well known.

Cyrena gazed upon the man with thoughtful regard. Kjalarr was passionate. He held confidence and the determination that he would make this his home; a home for many alike to rest.

Say, Kjalarr... If I wished a path with this village you seek to forge, would there be a place for me? One cannot build from ash alone. There is something much deeper than the eye can see that you hope to create here — a tunnel that you must travel, and I would like to aid you through. If you will have me.

A sincere offer, if nothing else. 

Thus far, there had been nothing noteworthy that the white woman could spend her time achieving. Perhaps this was the silver lining she needed.