Wheeling Gull Isle chichplei

his accent was heavy and hard to parse. but heda was determined. she learned first, at once, that he was what bartholomew might say was a man with heavy sins, taking the name of the lord in vain so swiftly.
god had brought him here, she felt. "it's all right." did he speak of their rebirth or disbandment? "we've been here a while," she said, smiling with a tinge of apology. "what is your name?"
she glanced up toward the greenhills again, toward the trajectory of the sun. "are you in need of help?" the advisor pressed on, her gilt eyes flicking over him for any signs of injury.