Stavanger Bay and everybody's got a shine on, walking down dayglow vista road

the greeting draws kjalarr's ears forth, glad to have garnered the stranger's attention. a moment is given to contemplate the younger man's question. though i am in the process of claiming this bay for my home it is not yet enough claimed for me to be prickly. a soft joke, offering a small twitch of scarred lips. perhaps it was old age had mellowed him out.

i am kjalarr. he offers in introduction.