Stavanger Bay it is a common fault

kjalarr does not feel the pressure of time, the burning desire to get it done and get it done yesterday that had consumed him in his youth. with age came wisdom and learned patience — a good thing, he supposes. of course, kjalarr responds with an amiable wag of his tail. what skills do you bring to the bay? he inquires. he does not place large emphasis upon trades, not truly caring as long as basic contribution is given but nevertheless he asks all the same.

you can tell me while i give you the tour. he invites, gesturing with a motion of his muzzle into the bay.