Stavanger Bay No such thing

a little whuff, and the bard stilled. had his ears not been weighted down, they might've perked up.

his bearded head rose and turned, and slavuj saw a natural beauty, bright blue of eyes visible even trough the venetian blinds of his vision. immediately, cheer overtook him, and his tail first raised, then leveled to the back and begun to enthusiastically wag.

"goo-ed morning!" the wanderer exclaimed, approaching with a smile and bouncing step. "do yeau perhaps knouw vhat fate befell di inhabitants ouf dis lend?"